“Thank you,” she mouthed.
We let the pilferers pass as we headed toward the other side of the forest, I could feel the tension in the way Connor killed the bushes with the blade.
“What?” I hesitantly asked in anticipation of another interrogation.
“Were you really going to hurt them?” Connor asked me as her blade savagely killed the wildlife.
“Yes,” I responded without reluctance.
“Why harm someone when you don't have to?”
“You don't understand, Connor. What you don't rid yourself of now comes for you later.”
“That's sounds like an excuse to hurt someone.”
“Not an excuse, but a reality.” I told her making way through the uncultivated foliage, angry that she asked so many questions and angrier at myself for answering. Yet, the best way to appease her was to just answer, and get to t
