"What do you mean?" Leonhardt asked, confusion plastered on his face.
Kaelith sighed before saying, "Well, I'm sure you're aware of your brother's race, aren't you?"
"Of course I am," Leonhardt said, then with a harsh tone, shouted, "Don't tell me that son of a bitch laid his hands on you? Is he the one causing this? Is he harming you?"
"No, calm down," Kaelith said, shaking his head.
"Then what's the problem? What deaths? Be specific," Leonhardt said, growing impatient.