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Zaviana recovered from her shock. The wound on her cheek stopped bleeding, and she began to go through their packs. Devarius and Derkas knelt off to the side digging holes with scraps of the fallen warriors’ armor. One at a time, they buried the dead. They needed them to remain missing. Hopefully, they’d be able to get in and out of the city quickly, but they needed to cover all their bases.
Once the hole was large enough, Derkas and Devarius dragged the next body into the hole. It was the woman. Devarius frowned at her.
“I wish we hadn’t had to kill them,” Devarius whispered.
“It was them or us.” Derkas shrugged.
Devarius frowned. “It shouldn’t have to be that way.”
“Look, Devarius, you’re a goody-two-shoes, I get that, but you can’t save everyone. What were we supposed to do? Ca
