"Yet they still need to eat. The Lutians went through enough. They don't deserve to also starve."
"That's very generous of you, Dad." Brina was so surprised that her tired hands stopped shaking.
"Thanks, but I'd appreciate your words more if you didn't sound so surprised." Vexal grunted. "We are bakers, daughter. Soldiers fight, we make bread. It is a different kind of duty, but a duty nonetheless.
"Besides, we are the lucky ones." He nodded at Salman. "While everyone else scrambled to escape with their lives, we sat safely on the sidelines. We need- No. I need to make a difference. I owe it to the dead."
Brina looked at her father and noticed something different in his eyes. Pain, guilt, and compassion fought hard against his greed. For once, they were holding their ground.
"I'm proud of you, Dad." She said.
"Thanks, daughter." Vexal replied grumpily.
