Their sudden outburst of anger hits Luka like a wave: he physically recoils in surprise, straightening in his seat. He stops eating, nearly dropping his sandwich to its plate.
"What..." he starts, but stops again to gather his thoughts. "But what kind of control is he getting from this? Why would he leave us for dead if that's his goal, anyway? A pile of corpses isn't much to rule over."
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"What..." he starts, but stops again to gather his thoughts. "But what kind of control is he getting from this? Why would he leave us for dead if that's his goal, anyway? A pile of corpses isn't much to rule over."