"Good."
White replied.
"The war between humanity and the Supernaturals has crossed the point where swords could ever be buried again."
"Not us, humans, we've lost more than half of our entire population in cold blood to them, after all."
"You won't find a human siding with a Supernatural unless they're a traitor. And the traitors aren't humans, so they might as well die like the Supernaturals."
White said mercilessly, only to freeze.
His hand turned to the rock he was sitting on, and he noticed cracks had covered its surface, the clear imprint of his fingers buried in them.
"Your hate for the Supernaturals is quite strong. I guess they must have taken something important from you, too."
The Otherworlder said as White rose to his feet, exiting the underground canyon.
"They took me."
He replied curtly before continuing.
"As much as I hate to agree, waiting here two months isn't the best choice."
"If I join them, I can figure out their next plans."
