Voices of Hurting (part 7)

Yphemu smelled the air and felt her nose whiff the fresh night breeze and a sorrowful tear fell down the side of her face. To those watching her, she would look like she was weeping for the deaths, like a saint. But her heart was not simply crying, she was doing her best not to break as her knees carried her while shaking.

“Arrange for each airship to depart as soon as the skies clear from all Sprouts," Yphemu said as she straightened her back, her voice quivering. The ache expressed on her tear-stained face made for a portrait of stern compassion, “deliberation of the rebels will be second in order of priority, But I want everyone to be sure to treat them right, without prejudice. The events are not their fault, but we must hold them accountable for the disturbance to the End of the Ocular.”