The young boy Clay, bewildered by the blame and glares of the people he treated as a family, can only stand up stiffly to where he is. His tears fell uncontrollably but no one could see his fear. These adults whom he treated as his uncles and aunts are now looking at him like he is a traitor.
"You sold us out!"
"You traitor!"
"You shouldn't have returned here!"
"Leave, you are not welcome here!"
The boy started wailing his tears out and its contrast with the scolding voices of the adults. Clay's youngest sister Claire saw her elder brother crying and struggling from one of the adult's arms and ran towards her brother as soon as she got freed.
Some kind of adults wanted to stop the little girl from running towards the arms group in front of them.
The leader of the tribe yelled, "Claire! NO, come back here! It's dangerous there!"
