"So many would die, just so we could live?" Fyte asked, unable to bite back the rising anger in her voice.
Although it was only the dead Fyte had the ability to sense (an ability gained from death itself she found), she could feel something was wrong. Could it be Sai? Could he possibly had wanted to kill her when they were only fifteen?
The answer was no. Sai did not want to harm her. All that time ago, he would have never known it, but he was mentally bent to do it; he had no choice. Now, he only wanted them to see truth.
[i]Such a bizarre and unbelievable truth. No one would forgive you, even if they did believe you,[i] the little voice in Sai's head cackled.
"Twas Xai'rea's fault." Dobarchu whispered.
Avir cocked his avian head. "Who?"
Sai cleared his throat. "Xai'rae, Duchess of the Undead. Goes about destroying villages. Normally small ones, once every 5000 years."
"She normally picks a young'un to 'elp 'er so she doesn't 'ave much trouble inful'tratin' the village." Dobarchu said.
"And then, she raids the village, destroying and recruiting those who want to... 'live'."
"Which was jus' moar loik an eternal death, if ya catch on to what I'm sayin'."
"Then renders the rest of it uninhabitable."
Fyte looked at Sai incredulously. "Right? You expect me to believe that?"