Watching his mother walk away, Mertasa let out a breath and collapsed to the ground, defeated.
Rayex watched the direction Beth had disappeared, his expression complicated.
"All these years, you and Wet Nurse Beth have been living here?"
Mertasa scoffed disdainfully.
Rayex frowned, "You know, Lord Morris could help..."
"That's exactly what Mom meant!"
Mertasa rudely interrupted him, "She said the Brotherhood has changed, grown too big, too chaotic, and she doesn't want to stay any longer."
"Like this, maybe we don't live so well."
"But we can survive."
He stood up, gave Rayex a look filled with jealousy and hatred,
"Unlike you."
Rayex was silent for a while.
"I remember, back then you followed Roda around."
Mertasa let out a loud, resentful laugh.
"Of course! Roda! Iron Heart Roda!"
"But hey, look at me," Mertasa struggled to turn around, showing his amputated arm with resentment:
"He doesn't need a cripple."
