(From Blue's Perspective)
"These are the ones," Dem said as if he was talking about objects, not living creatures.
"So, the Queen is here to interrogate us now? What did you think, you filthy bastards, we are going to tell you everything? We will never!" a boy with bright yellow eyes yelled.
"Should I just kill him?" Dem muttered, beside me.
I did not mind him. There was something else that caught my attention. Around the boys and girls, there were black strings, almost invisible. They were attached to their heart and head the most.
"This..."
"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.
"I hate the Queen even more. She came out of nowhere and suddenly she is the Queen," a girl yelled.
"Shut the fuck up!" Dem yelled back.
He did not care when they were badmouthing him, but when they badmouthed me, he seemed to get too angry.
