"And this is the monolith where we have the list of all the people who died during the last all-out war."
In the afternoon of a sunny day, a group of students followed a man wearing a guide's uniform and holding a notebook in his hand.
With greying hair, he was in his mid-fifties, showing a tall monolith filled with names written on it.
"It was made fifty years ago," the man explained, showing the monolith, "to remember all those who died for our people."
The man turned around, facing the students standing in front of it. "They were the people your ancestors killed."
"So, it's basically a scoreboard?" Aimar, standing at the end of the group, mumbled, his voice low but loud enough for all to hear.
"..."
The man looked at him dumbfounded before anger blazed in his eyes.
"Aimar," Lauryn, standing right behind them, called, her voice chilling.
"Yes, ma'am," Aimar replied, turning back to look at her.
