"Kerry, I really wasn't feeling well, and I couldn't hold it back. I didn't mean to disturb your rest," Viner, an elderly male enduring his pain, said with a face full of guilt.
Looking at the furious young male before him, he felt a bit of heartache. He had dedicated his entire life to the tribe, and Kerry had thrived under the protection of the older generation when he was just a child.
But now...
A wave of sorrow washed over Viner. Perhaps he shouldn't even be alive anymore.
"I'm old and in poor health. I've watched you grow up since you were a child. Can't you be a little more understanding?" Viner asked, a hurt expression on his face.
