Thankfully, and finally, the projection had paused after the volume ended, giving those other than Huda time to wallow in their grief before being repeatedly slapped once more.
Now, they were all consumed by their sadness in their own way, but each 'way' shared one thing, a rule unbroken by all.
Silence.
None of it was something that they had acknowledged; again, each man and woman was stuck in their own world, thinking and processing, trying to figure out their own feelings, what this meant for them.
Obviously, they were grateful for what Malik did.
Grateful for him saving them all from a Fate worse than death.
This wasn't about that; that was old news.
This was more, way more.
And yes, that even included those with loved ones killed by Malik.
Now that they nearly knew all of the context, hating him was very hard.
Rather, not admiring him for what he achieved was even harder.
People had completely fallen in love with their Sultan.
