Silver did not know what to say, and neither did he know what to think.
The only thing he could do as he watched Nyssa's act of cruelty, viciousness, and torture on the unfortunate man was cover the eyes of the injured young girl.
A part of him wanted to stop her, but another part of him was in a way… curious.
Nyssa was young, she was around his age. Although he wasn't sure about her exact age since he never asked, he knew she was around his age.
He could kill without having a shred of guilt in himself. Having grown up in a Kingdom that thrived on wars and battles, killing, and death was extremely normal to him for as long as he could remember.
However, torturing somebody or killing somebody in an extremely ruthless manner was something he was not sure he could do with ease. He knew that if he had to do it, he could, however, he was sure it would disturb him since he was still young.
He was a Spartan, Nyssa was not.
