Aurianna smirked, her gaze sharp. "I believe so too."
Avriel, standing nearby, shot Aurianna a sideways glance. "What's with that look, Avriel?" Aurianna asked, catching her eye.
'You don't want to save these slaves out of pity or compassion. You want to free them because you look down on them,' Avriel's voice echoed in Aurianna's mind, her tone half-amused.
'Of course I do. They're nothing but pathetic souls who'd rather live in misery than fight for freedom,' Aurianna replied telepathically, her thoughts cold. 'I find their weakness disgusting.'
Yelina, looking concerned, interjected. "It would be… difficult to save all of them," she murmured.
"How so?" Batholem asked, frowning. "You've always managed to rescue slaves from organizations like this. Why not this time?" His gaze bore into his sister, disappointment clear in his eyes. Yelina's heart sank.
