Nathaniel
“How are things going, Robin?” I cautiously called into the room. Robin was holding Piko down, trying to set his leg with shreds of cloth while Sami held his brother’s shoulders so he didn’t attack Robin again.
Thomas’ mother shot me an angry glare before returning to her delicate work. “These ungrateful brats are getting on my nerves.” Her mumble was barely above her breath, but I could hear and understand her frustration. These boys tried to kill her son. And also me. I knew I should hate them. I wanted to hate them. But there was something about being an example and trying to be empathetic like my mate that prevented me from wishing them harm. I wouldn’t say I was pleased with them, I could barely tolerate them. I just didn’t want them dead either.
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