An unsteady atmosphere settled into the hut. The only sound being made was Aki's faint cries. The woman shivered as she curled deeper into my arms. Aki was my Japanese Onee-san. In terms of age, she was our second eldest. Yet right now she was pitiful like a child.
"Now," I reiterated.
Seeing any of my girls in emotional states felt terrible. I would much rather get shot by a .50 cal than see them cry. I was sure it was the protector in my blood; the tears of my harem simply equated themselves to my weakness. They cried because I was inadequate.
Zanele nodded and straightened up.
"As you might have already understood from the discussions, Successor. Your kind are unlike the rest of us. The Sins are your biggest indicator of this. A myriad of secrets I spent my entire life studying tells a tale of immense suffering and hardship."
"I am losing my patience, Zanele. Get to the point before I shoot you," I growled.
