"Arcadius! Get off of him!"
His mother ran to him and yanked him off the man's throat.
Arcadius spat out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth, along with the man's purple flesh.
"Honey! Are you okay?!"
She asked in a worried tone, screaming at her eldest son to help her cover the man's wound.
[Why is she more worried about him than us?!]
Arcadius wiped his blood-soaked mouth and glared at the man gurgling and choking on his own blood.
[What is he to you, Mom?!]
He gnashed his teeth and slowly walked forward, extending his arm toward his mother.
[!!]
Upon feeling Arcadius's touch, her skin cringed, and she flinched like a cat sprayed with water.
"Why would you do something like that?! Just go back and let us live our lives!"
She cried out, streams of tears gushing from her eyes as she pushed her youngest son away.
"What did I do wrong?! Why do you keep telling me to go back?!"
