"Only cowards cry, Halsan, look at me and tell me, why you wouldn't believe in a champion of the Lord of Justice and chose to face the ever-uncontrollable negotiations on your own."
Malin's questioning wasn't loud, but this young man from the National Church still burst into tears.
This time, Malin didn't rebuke him further, for he had already paid enough of a price—the Chandler family was finished, his brothers, his sisters, his parents and elders all died in the negotiations a few days ago.
All this because he made a choice, a choice that left him with nothing.
When all was settled, Halsan raised his head: "Your Excellency, can I really stand up again?"
"Yes, I have healed many, including potentially you," nodded Malin.
"Then... what's the cost? Your Excellency, your mercy, what do I need to give? What do you need to avenge my family?" The young man's eyes were full of bewilderment as he looked at Malin, waiting for an answer.
