"Please… I'll do anything."
The man didn't hesitate and slammed his head down again.
"Please."
Again.
"…Please."
And again.
He repeated the same word while repeatedly slamming his head on the ground.
'He's persistent.'
Atticus frowned, watching in silence as the man's skull split and silver blood spread across the ground, but he still didn't stop.
It was a humiliating sight. It was clear that the man had abandoned every shred of pride he had for the sake of his sister.
'How should I handle this?'
Atticus understood the willingness to discard everything to protect someone you cared for. And in truth, he had already intended to go after the Redflames either way.
Even so, he couldn't help but hesitate.
'They're watching.'
He hadn't yet grasped the full extent of his enemies, and revealing any shred of a weakness now would be reckless.
Even if his actions had nothing to do with the girl, he couldn't allow anyone to believe otherwise.
'Hmm.'
