He had managed to hold on, but he was weak from starving. On the other side, the other boy was bigger than him.
As a boy born to slaves who were used to eating spoiled leftovers and animal feed, the boy also didn't see any problem with eating these less-than-savory things. So the boy had grown up to be bigger than Loki despite being of the same age.
While he was thinking, he saw Slav and his older brother, Simon. Slav was only four years old this time, so his elder brother was carrying him.
Loki didn't recognize most of the people here, but for some reason, he recognized the two of them. And for some other reason, he hated the two of them.
These were emotions that a seven-year-old slave shouldn't have towards his master, but he had this feeling of hatred, and it was intense. The hatred was so intense that it was burning within him like a flame. It was unthinkable, but he really wanted both of them dead.
