"What would you know about losing someone?" a boy mumbled, the eyes tired from crying, the cheeks swollen and overall stance fatigued. "Your comrades are living and breathing," an outburst, emotion overthrew what little manners and respect he had.
"Calm down," a hand grabbed his arm, Athus tried to quell the frustration the boy had.
"No," he turned, tears flowed yet again, "-I don't care for formalities. Who does she think she is?" he broke out of the grip and stomped over to Viola, anger, and sadness, he stared down with all his might.
