He said nothing and didn’t move. She sighed.
“You are so angry. I can virtually feel the anger coming off you in waves.”
“That true, huh? I can decide whenever the f**k I get angry.”
“Yes,” he said, and then he let another long silence lapse. Izramith was about to get up when he added, “War is not something that can be taken lightly.”
“You tell me about war? Seriously? What do you know about it?”
“More than I care to remember.”
He was looking ahead, his eyes distant.
Shit.
After a long silence, he said, “I killed a man, once.”
Only once? Only one?
“More than one, but one in particular I remember. He was climbing over the wall of our house. We were hiding in the back alley from a bunch of people who had broken down the gates. All of us were in our nightclothes in the snow. Callian
