King Uidah's temper seemed to flair, but he calmed it in an instant, knowing that his anger was useless. If he was going to die, he would keep his dignity as a King. In the afterworld, he would apologize to his Ancestors for his incompetence.
"Almost 50 years ago, you slaughtered a Clan of innocents individuals."
"Innocent?" King Uidah spat to the ground below, a swath of blood following suit. "There is no such thing in the martial world. The Guatama has blood on their hands. You just aren't aware because you were a child."
"Is that so? Then I guess this was your justification for murdering a Clan of people you once called family? How many of your concubines once carried the name Guatama? How many of your Clansmen carry Guatama blood even if they do not carry our name?
"Did my grandfather not call you son? Did my father not call you brother?! DID I NOT CALL YOU UNCLE?!"
