Julian's mind was still swimming in the aftermath of the brutal history he had just seen. Blood. Screams. Rolling heads. Sisters crying as they watched their brothers killed by their mothers.
He stopped thinking at this point, trying to process what he had just thought.
He opened his eyes; closing them for so long in the act of staring at his food was way, well...,too long. He was sure they would be suspecting something.
But as his question echoed again in his head—how the hell do they reproduce?
Rehul grinned at him; she was just gulping a glass of wine two seconds ago.
The soldiers faced each other, talking, laughing, and merrying. They didn't act like they gave a fuck about their friends that had been murdered in the battle.
They were seemingly unperturbed, unbothered, just keen on having a good time.
