"Mar?" Postar was shocked. "You killed his father, and he still does something like this for you? Tell me, peasant, what did you do to him? The Mar I know will never act this way towards a person."
"It all depends on the person. Mar doesn't act this way towards others."
"And you think that makes you special?" She burst out in laughter, "oh, my. Someone thinks he's special."
"Think? I never thought I was special, Postar. I know I'm special." Osy narrowed his eyes at her, "if you have nothing important to say, then, I'm leaving. I see no use in spending my time with someone who doesn't deserve it." He made to turn.
"Your son."
In a bid of desperation, to see a sad expression on Osy's face, Postar decided to use that.
"What happened to my son?" Osy turned to face her. This time, the expression on his face was so murderous it caused Postar to gasp.
Yet, she hasn't had enough.
