Hearing that, The girl's eyes fluttered open at his voice.
For a moment, she stared at him blankly.
Then, without warning, her face twisted, and tears began to roll down her cheeks.
She started to cry uncontrollably, her small shoulders shaking.
Knight tried to calm her, but she trembled harder, covering her face with her hands and refusing to say a single word.
Whatever memory his question had stirred—it was something too painful for her to speak.
Hunter walked over and crouched beside them, glancing at Knight with a teasing glare. "Huh, Knight! You should be more careful—you made the girl cry."
Knight clicked his tongue and looked away, annoyed but not denying it.
Hunter turned gently toward the girl.
"Hey, hey… you don't have to tell us anything you don't want to, okay?
Don't cry.
He may look scary," he jerked his thumb at Knight, "but he's not a bad guy."
The girl sniffled, pulling her knees tightly to her chest and burying her face between them.
