"What are we waiting around for? Why can't we just go out right now!?"
"Stop it, Tristan! Do you want to get yourself killed!?" Ninny exclaimed, holding back the spiky-haired boy from his shoulders.
But he was relentlessly trying to break free from her very well done grip.
"Get myself killed? Yeah, that's what uncle did when he went out there alone!" The boy exclaimed furiously.
He was pissed off beyond end, and he lost the silly, goofy smile he always wore on his face. Right now, the stakes were real. People were going to die, and not just any people, it was his own family.
"Tristan, calm down. I know it's something that is almost impossible to do in this situation, but I plead with you, please do so. We're just as upset as you are, but we can't make rash and headstrong decisions because of our personal feelings. Just take a deep breath, think, and cool off, okay?"
