As Bravyn entered the room, his presence brought a glimmer of hope amidst the heavy atmosphere. His eyes darted between Eddy and me, searching for an explanation for the palpable distress that hung in the air. Eddy, with a mixture of frustration and helplessness in his voice, blurted out, "Mercy has not shown Mercy to Shelby, she tore her in pieces!"
Bravyn's eyebrows furrowed in concern as he registered the depth of the turmoil. "And is that why you people are acting bereaved, come on cheer up, people's decisions do not define us," he urged, attempting to infuse some optimism into the despair that enveloped us.
"You say that because you weren't here. You could have heard how bitter she sounded," I interjected, my voice tinged with a residual sense of hurt and disbelief.
Bravyn, sensing
