"You killed them,"
Draugr whispered in disbelief, looking at the strewn bodies of his clubmates, his hands digging into the ground from both anger and helplessness.
"Just like you killed them all, Draugr."
White whispered back.
"Killed who?"
"Eimie Akari."
"Inara Aylin."
"Liam Leander."
"Theon Ashvin."
"Galdur Drakana."
"They were my battle squad, Draugr. I have known them since I was a newcomer here in the UEF."
"Maybe you'll know them too; they should still be in their first year now."
White said.
"Inara Aylin was pregnant during the fight. Do you know how you killed her, Draugr?"
White asked, and Draugr froze.
"You ripped your supernatural claws straight into her stomach and yanked the baby out of her womb, but she didn't die from that pain."
"No."
White forced out, cracks running across the length of his teeth as the memories he had tried forcing down all came gushing back.
