He pondered her question briefly.
"I am Malakai," he said simply. Announcing his full name felt stupid.
If they had any idea he was someone important, who knew, they could use his life to make a statement to the outside world.
And if the Fourth Pulse didn't cover it up, the Sanguine Clan would likely storm in and wipe the Gor'Mekhai out.
Still… his life would already be lost by then.
Grath'Mekhai nodded slowly. "Malakai… I would like to offer you another apology for the rough treatment you experienced bringing you in. Zhul'kor will undergo a strict penance for his conduct."
"Grath'Mekhai—" a voice started, but she raised her hand again, cutting it off.
"Enough," she said coldly.
"We try not to seem like savages, and yet you all continue proving them right. We are not savages. We are a people. And we have our ways. Our way is not to attack others blindly."
The man, Zhul'kor, Malakai assumed, gritted his teeth and sent a dark glare in his direction.
