Memories (Part 2)

-Karen-

“Please, Jo- I introduced you two because I thought you might like to make friends with someone away from our father’s group. It just happened to work out perfectly for you.” Conor quipped, sipping his wine. Joanne scoffed and rolled her eyes at him while Bart and I chuckled. “My turn for a story.” He said finishing the glass and setting it down. A servant came over and filled up both our glasses. I sipped the cool wine while he started to tell the story. Our meals were brought out to us as he spoke.

“This is when Bart first came on a mission with me a few years back. I was almost sixteen, I think? I was leading three groups into what we later found out to be an ambush. Almost all the men were killed except for Bart, me and six other soldiers. This resistance group had captured a soldier from a previous mission, and he gave them all the details on the mission I was running. So, of course, we walked right into a trap. They tried to torture me a couple times. It didn’t bother m