Chapter XXX

Chapter XXIX

Is Everything Really Well?

I never looked at her, and instead clenched both my jaw and fists. Tears attempted to escape my eyes, but I tried my best to prevent it. Not now. I can’t cry now.

“I saw what happened, Revi.” I could sense she’s upset. And so am I. She’s one of us. Rory’s a Cidgian. She should be angry towards the victors. But look, here she is, taking their side—justifying what they did because it was “eons” ago.

As I breathed heavily, she spoke again. “I understand your animosity but—”

“No!” I screamed. “You don’t understand my hatred! You never did! Because if you do, you wouldn’t be so upset at me right now.”

"I certainly do!" Her tone was solemn. "But those Madreese you were unleashing your rage on aren't to blame for their ancestors' misdeeds!"

She exhaled a sigh. "It must have been difficult for you to believe that 'we,' our civilization, were imprisoned in dread as a result of what occurred in the past. You must not, however, generalize or criticize some