Birds Of Prey (6)

"Tell me Lark, did you kill Hawke Featherblade and frame his death on Dromaius Rosella?"

Berkah got straight to the point, his wings fully extended as he stood before Lark, knowing full well that he was guilty.

But see, this had to be done, even though he wanted to rip him apart right then and there, Berkah knew that patience would bear him the ripest fruit of vengeance.

"Berkah, how could you ask such a thing?"

"Your father was my best friend, my mentor and the man I looked up to, how could I possibly do a such thing to him?"

Lark spoke those with a quivering voice and he shed a tear, one that seemed genuine to all who saw. But to Berkah, it was no different from sewerage water.

"... I see."

"I understand that you were the first one at the scene, is this true?"

Berkah tilted his head and inquired.

"..."