Varok's eyes rippled with hidden emotions.
Seeing that, Valak placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered, "I know that all scars can not be healed, but they must be treated."
Varok looked at him with a calm gaze and gave him a silent nod before his eyes shifted towards Rion, who was watching the crowd with an even gaze.
At that moment, Rion felt no different from a monolith to him as Rion's gaze wandered through the crowd as if collecting everyone's grief from himself.
Varok looked at his hands and mumbled, "The lost prince..."
His words were no louder than a mere whisper, yet Valak heard him. His face turned pale.
"You shouldn't speak of it, or they'll hear you," he muttered darkly, images of the slaughter that they had caused passed through his eyes.
Valak's jaw tightened, his eyes turned sharp like a sword, and he muttered through gritted teeth, "Fine..."
After a handful of minutes, the cries stopped, and silence once again descended at the site.
