Salin took a deep breath. He wasn't shaking. But inside, something twisted.
— Are you insane? — his voice came out harsh. — Jun-ho was just a kid.
Colen narrowed his eyes.
— A kid who should've died too — he spat. — Why was it only my wife who suffered the abuse? Why was it only her who had to die?
Salin opened his mouth, but Colen didn't give him room.
— Kun took four days to find them! Four damn days! And in the end… I was left without a wife, without a son… while he lost nothing! Nothing!
His voice cracked, almost breaking. The gleam in his eyes wasn't just anger anymore, it was pain. Grief warped by time. Salin stared at him, trying not to flinch, but his stomach turned.
— And now? The traumatized kid rose from the ashes? He's going to be the next leader? — Colen let out a humorless laugh. — Doesn't that sound unfair to you? Because to me… it's a sick joke. I need to kill him. I need Kun to lose everything. Just like I did.
