"Why shouldn't I kill you for that brazen disrespect towards me?" The Brazillian guy pulled his sword out and put it to his neck. John was shaken as the sword flew in front of his neck when the door opened and Castor walked in.
"What's going on here!" The Brazillian guy sheathed his sword, "Don't worry." The Brazilian guy walked out past Castor. He walked over to John, "You good?" John nodded as Castor looked at the flag down into the sleeve of his arm.
"You're German? Didn't know that." John looked up at Castor and looked at the flag sown into his sleeve.
"Nigerian?" John said cautiously. "Yeah. So what happened between you and him?" John looked at Castor, "He disrespected the dead Omega Members."
Castor's face went serious, "John I know it was rude but at the end of the day, they are dead. There's nothing we can do but keep our heads high and tone upbeat whilst we remember all the great things they did."
John was surprised, he wasn't expecting Csstor to cut deep, "Oh..." John picked up his sword as he sheathed it. "It's not your fault."