Kisha raised an eyebrow—so her speculation had been right all along. But before she could respond, the man continued, as if finally airing the weight in his heart.
"You people killed our youngest… He was barely an adult, and just like that—he's gone. He had siblings waiting for him back at camp, and now…" His voice broke, trembling with raw emotion. "Do you think we could just let that go?!"
His snarl was laced with grief, his red-rimmed eyes burning with sorrow. Earlier, when Kisha had hit him, he'd groaned but tears were coming out. Now, as he spoke of his lost brother, he broke down completely—sobs racking his body as tears and snot freely streamed down his face, reducing him to someone who looked far more like a heartbroken boy than a hardened fighter.
