Seeing the brewing drama that unfolded before us, my father slowly crawled away out of our sight—

“Not so fast, Marcus!” My mate barked.

Marcus whimpered like a cornered dog, ‘cause he actually is, and halted immediately.

“We shall talk later about...this, Evadne.” And then Kallias picked up my father by the neck. By the way he said “this”, it seems like he’s confused whether to say this or us. He should have said, “We shall talk about us, Evadne.” But then again, just like what my mate said yesterday, we must not show everyone that we are each other’s strength and weakness. Kallias must continue and must always be...