#Chapter179
Juan
/"Life will be quieter from here on in, I think. Don't you agree, Darrius?/" Varro scoffs, his tone jocular and he tosses the tongue in his hand aside as though discarding trash, wiping his blood smeared hand on his leg and brushes his nails against the fabric to wipe them clean. He tosses his hair back with a head flick and returns to that commanding stance once more.
/"Are you going to kill him or torture him slowly?/" Sierra appears by my side, her voice shaky and her emotions taut. She seems detached on the surface, but I can feel her pain and fear from within. As much as she hates Juan, she has never had the stomach to watch suffering. She's as rattled by what we just witnessed as I am, despite the years of battles and deaths of hybrids around us.
