It started to rain slightly, and the group returned to the tent while the child walked slowly behind them.
The kid raised his head, and I had a feeling that our eyes would meet if it weren't for the leaves from the tree covering him.
Henry and I sat there silently, shielded from the rain by the tree we hid under, and suddenly the world seemed much quieter.
But not long after, the group exited again, this time with an additional person, an older woman. While they talked and laughed animatedly under their umbrellas and strolled back to the dragon, the child—without an umbrella—took the lead and again pointed at one of the bones.
I didn't say anything; I had no expression when I saw the same scene happening again.
"The owner of a conglomerate," Henry mumbled in explanation.
No idea how he was able to know that, but I took the info in and watched her perforate the bone with a machine gun before closing her eyes.
