Emmily POV:Despite two weeks of searching, the warriors still hadn't found Winter, returning empty-handed every day. I witness Castro's daily deterioration, and it fills me with pity. I long to ease his pain, yet only his companion can provide the necessary solace; moreover, I perceive Castro's aversion to pity, a sentiment readily provided by others. Castro, seated at the dinner table, inspired fear in everyone present. If death could come from a look, his face would have killed us all. Only one warrior came to him, conveying his regret over Castro's troubles. That what all it took because just like that, Castro had the warrior by his throat, and lifted him in the air.“Your apologies mean nothing; no one has done anything for me. Castro said, "I don't need your pity; unless you can return my mate, there's nothing more to say," as he tried to strangle the terrified warrior. I couldn't stand by; I told Castro, "You must release him or he'll be killed."“I don't care whether he lives.”
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