Half scoffing and half laughing, Bradok shook his head and looked back at Warak, "If your ancestors were gathered and slaughtered to the point of near extinction, would you not hold a grudge?"
"I definitely would."
Agreeing with Warak, Bradok nodded, "Exactly. But the moment any of us mention it, the easy solution is to just kill us, to kill anyone that dares remind people of the genocide. Since they've already gone so far, it's easier to live with blood-stained hands than to try and scrub them clean."
"That's one reason why we needed to come here," chimed in Eeole, "because Bradok and I need to confirm something with your mid-god ancestor."
"... I see. Then, shall I call him?"
"Yes."
