A Forgotten Name

"You're right." Lucian averted his gaze, his voice barely above a whisper. "They're disgusting."

Medeia tightened her grip on his hand, feeling the chill creeping into his skin. His foot tapped anxiously against the floor, faster and faster.

He was panicking.

Without a word, Medeia nudged Bear under the table with her foot, signaling the black wolf to help him. 

It immediately climbed onto Lucian's lap, pressing its paw against him. For a few tense moments, Lucian kept tapping, then, gradually, his movements slowed. He let out a quiet breath, then another, calming himself down.

On the other side, Medeia spoke, her tone thoughtful. "Maybe they were also deceived by the military higher-ups. Maybe they weren't meant to kill living people." She shrugged. "Who knows what kind of scheme the military used to brainwash them?"

Naomi scoffed. "Still, I hope they rot in hell forever."