Without moving, Neirin stared at Ruth, wondering how to feel about her confession.
She scanned her body. From her bruises and how her skin clings to her bones as if she doesn't have any muscles left.
Pity. Right, should she pity this woman?
Neirin doesn't really know. She lacked the empathy to even sympathize.
"What are you going to do now? Your husband is dead. Upon the imperial law, with what he did, since he's already dead, his family should suffer the consequences."
Ruth buried her face in the pillow. "I can accept death. My life is worthless anyway," Her voice was muffled. "But my son…." With her voice, Neirin can tell that she's crying. "My son deserves to live. His only sin was being born with parents like us."
Seconds passed, and with a sigh, Neirin stood up and went towards the door. There she found Rowan and Roxanna waiting for her.
