Tiger Balm

Elias didn't hesitate. "Yes, but not entirely. They've taken care of me and others with shards—helping us figure out what they are, how to deal with them, and what they mean for us. We can get you and your son somewhere safe. Really safe."

Joji's expression hardened. He folded his arms, his fingers gripping at the sleeves of his worn-out coat. "I… I'm sorry. But the Military Federation has done terrible things. I will never be able to trust them."

Elias hesitated, trying to find the right words. "Is this because of the overthrow of the political structure? I mean, yeah, that sucks, but your son—"