"Hey! Don't move so suddenly! Your body is still recovering!" Beowulf yelled worriedly, rushing over as he helped his son balance, "You don't even know who did it! We don't know anything yet! Trust me, I want justice as much as you do! Duncan was my brother!"
For a moment, silence befell the room once again, with the curious members of Sapphire listening from the hallway, perhaps not by choice, though not daring to intrude on the heated conversation.
As Bastian seemed to have calmed, Beowulf placed his hand on his son's shoulder, attempting to console him, "For now, you need to rest. I wasn't planning on telling you about this until after you recovered. It would have been better to avoid this stress–"
Bastian pushed his father's supporting hold away, catching himself as he leaned against the window sill with tears still flowing, "I know who did it! I know…!"
