The scene before us quickly devolves as the villagers' faces fill with anger upon seeing the trio. The old man, silent yet expressive, fixes me with a look that conveys a deep sense of betrayal and loss. His gaze is a silent indictment, a reflection of the pain caused by the trio's actions—or inactions—that led to the village's downfall.
The trio, desperate and fearful, stammers out excuses, attempting to deflect blame or perhaps lessen the severity of their situation. "We didn't mean to do that," they plead, their voices tinged with panic. But their words fall on deaf ears, dismissed by the old man's bitter acknowledgment, "Yeah, but now we lost our home because of you three."
