"IS IT BECAUSE I'm a crow? Do you hate me because I'm a crow? Is that why you didn't save me?"
Neoma would admit that those were pretty harsh words coming from a child.
Having said that, those questions were questions that she had already asked herself before.
Do I really have the heart to save the crow children, who were raised to kill my loved ones and me?
"Neoma, you don't have to deal with that child," Papa Boss said. "I'll talk to her."
"No, Papa Boss. I got this," Neoma said, and then she finally faced the child again. "Unfortunately, I don't have the power to save everyone. Even as we speak at the moment, there are plenty of people out there who are probably screaming for help. But, if you're only talking about children like you who are being abused by the crows, then I'll be honest with you: I don't think I could save you when I didn't know about your existence in the first place."
The child was obviously disappointed in Neoma's answer.
And that was understandable.
