"Do we go talk to him?" Salin asked, voice shaken as her mind still replayed Alistiar's outburst, such was the case for all of them.
Yet at this moment, they sat down to discuss, apparently unable to decide whether they should leave for their residences or bravely walk upstairs to converse with Alistair.
Because although they were angry too, their reasons did not seem to hold up–somehow.
Isaac knowing this, answered: "He won't listen to us, until he calms at least," A throbbing headache materialized in his dazed mind, what stressful situations a mere question led to.
Oh, the things he would do to wipe that moment from existence.
"We weren't wrong though, Alistair overreacted," Salin said as her breathing turned unsteady. "Why would he doubt his own mother so much, and why act like Alfred was at fault?
