"Are you alright, young man?" Mr. Yan approached.
Durin, sitting in the chair, shook his head: "Mr. Qing City, I'm fine."
"I can tell you're not, that child just now, he didn't beg for mercy, he only asked that follower... It's not easy to bear," the elderly man said, patting Durin on the shoulder as he finished.
Durin let out a long sigh.
The child from earlier, when Durin was preparing to execute him, didn't beg for mercy like his sisters and relatives, he only looked toward his father and asked a question.
Father, if you did not love me and sister, why did you bring us into this world?
The words of that child, contrasted with his father's crazed appearance, made for the most horrifying juxtaposition.
