Koda;
Mother would be so disappointed in me.
Look at how they're all looking at me like… I'm a weak link.
Perhaps Rhydian notices my discomfort because he suddenly turns to the crowd and speaks.
"Please give us a little space," He orders, and the sound of his voice cuts through the whispering.
People step back instantly, and I watch my little brother grab a strip of cloth and tie it above the wound. He looks up at me with that look he gives when he's angry about something I've done.
"You really want to kill me with worry, huh?" he whispers, and I look away with my chest heavier than anyone's should be.
"Koda, look at me. You cannot carry Gravemaw if you keep falling apart." He adds, and I open my mouth, but the sound that comes out is a betrayal of the weight I have been carrying for so long.
"I'm tired… All of us are." I whisper, trying to bite back pain, and the crowd exhales a collective pain.
