“Did you see everything?” Magat asked, his voice raw, as he stepped away and turned his back unto me. He made faint sniffling noises as he wiped the wetness from his face. His shoulders tensed after he took a deep breath and stared off into the distance. A short awkwardness enveloped the air as a profound silence veiled upon us.
“Yes,” I muttered, breaking the quietude. “I saw everything, Magat.”
Of all things, he scoffed. “You must think that I am a useless war chief. Or a useless father. You saw how I failed my village. How I let my family die.”
My eyes widened. “Of course not, Magat. I am not--”
“Spare me your nonsense, boy,” Magat roared as he turned to face me. Lentils of sweat rolled down his cheeks, flowing like rivers together with the tears that came from his eyes. “You saw ev
