Lith stood in the middle of the crowd, without saying anything to refute their slander or explain his actions.
'I'll let them say their piece and leave the moment things get physical.' He thought. 'I owe them that much.'
"Lith is innocent." Those three preposterous words silenced the mob like a sudden Hush spell.
Rizel stepped forward, needing Faluel's help to stand. There was no visible wound on his body, but he moved like a man carrying the weight of Mogar on his shoulders.
"Meln Narchat didn't come to Lutia for him. He didn't bring all this chaos and destruction upon us to hurt Lith. Meln Narchat came for me. I'm the only one you have to blame.
"This is all my fault." Rizel clenched his hands hard, holding small pieces of worn-out fabric that were all he had left of his parents.
"Why would he do that?" Much to everyone's surprise, Lith was the one who asked the question.
