Reassurance.
“I would if I could, Uncle. Every time I think about the situations and catastrophes that had us under its wing, anger and resentment find their way into my heart. Like a puppet, I cannot do anything but withstand it until it's the right time to attack back.”
Uzair raised his eyes to meet Randhir's. Randhir could read the emotions that Uzair allowed him to read. It was surreal. Out of all the people working on this mission, he was the most obsessively attached to finding the culprits and having them hanged as per their punishments.
Nonetheless, one thing that Randhir didn't realise about Uzair was that it wouldn't be just death by hanging when he gets his hands on them—no. He will torture them and bring them to the brink of death before he shows them their own pits of hell. To the point where begging for death would do them no good. The vividness of the imagination put Uzair in a little bit of a good mood.
“I understand, boy. It's not easy waiting while your insides are
