Chapter 145: Sidekicks In Heroism

Diana "Jacob. My name is Jacob," he said in a silent and shy voice. "Do you think you are happy?" I asked him. He shook his head. "Were you happy before?" I asked. He nodded. "So you don't simply know what it is? Why is this important?" he asked me. "I'm trying to make things better for us," I said. He shook his head. "We're not the same," Jacob said. "And I don't think we will ever be the same." "Why do you say that?" I asked him, truly perplexed. "Because you have it easy," he said. "Everyone loves you; even we do. We just don't know how to say it, but we do. Even those who are rich and are aristocrats love you. They don't love us. We are hated, and that's all that matters. At least before, nobody noticed us. Now everybody sees us." I shook my head. "Love?" I asked. "Perhaps I was lucky," I said. "But how many more omegas are there that were rejected simply because of what they were? I simply want a place where nobody talks about ranks. The only ranks that matter are the