[One can practically hear them digging their heels in. They're quiet for a long time, and when they finally speak its through gritted teeth. They sound ashamed--and angry.]
To him, we are little more than monsters. It's good that we're here, away from our city. No one would miss us. [Simple as it may sound, the boy might catch that their voice has gone rather raw, both with anger and something like pain.]
Even if he's right, he never should have said such a thing to us.