He grew more and more agitated as he spoke, his words incoherent yet filled with a raw, bottom-line anger: "We were still holding candles and mourning for him! My wife even cried for him! Now thinking about it, it's really a fucking joke! They use our taxes to raise this bunch of liars, to fabricate such bullshit stories to fool us! What do they take us for? Fools?!"
The companion next to him tried to pull him away, urging him to stop talking, but he shook him off with a swing.
"Don't pull me! I fucking want to speak! Those high and mighty guys, every single one of them, they're all lying through their teeth! They think we common people are easily fooled? Damn it! Hero? I spit on that!" He actually spat fiercely on the ground.
