He wasn't aiming to be considered as a victim in his story, just another consequence of the worsening folly that seized every villagers.
The captain was no war machine. He was a Titan, part of his group, but he never repressed his feelings nor his opinion. Like his peers, he had authority and a natural oppressing presence, but he wasn't lacking any of the human features. The man's hand were already shaking when he held the small bones, and the short story added tremor to his thoughts.
"What's your name? I don't forget any, I'll add yours to the many tales we'll live today and the next to come."
"I'm Harlow. Son of the Fool."
The reply had quite an unexpected shape, it was quite common introducing one's fatherly name but a title had more complex aspects. Oswald was completely unaware about high society's ethics so he muffled a scoff before replying.
