“Mr. Farden, please. You know this is wrong. He doesn’t want equality, those are the words of a madman wanting to become the oppressor!” I continued to say as Baral left, leaving only the four of us in the room—Gareth, Mr. Farden, Kay, and I.
“Get up,” Kay smiled at me.
“Please,” I pleaded again. Beside me, Gareth looked warily at Kay, looking like he was ready to pounce at the man circling us like a vulture. “He's gotten drunk with power. Even you could see that. Even you aren’t that merciless, please! You’re a good man!” I continued to urge him.
Kay scoffed at me and turned to Mr. Farden with a look of amusement in his eyes “What are we going to do with these kids, Farden? Wrap them up and drop them down the bay? That’ll do it."
But Mr. Farden didn’t seem to be in a mood for jokes as
