Atlas barked a laugh, and some of the tension left his body. His voice and eyes, however, remained hard.
"Let them worry about the language," Atlas said with a harsh laugh. "Overcoming an unknown language is a part of survival."
Atlas was about to ask if their being Israeli should mean anything to him when a dull pounding in his head reminded him exactly what it meant.
"If they are more of Freeman and less Perez, maybe they will be able to survive with my attentions split," he said instead. He noticed Freyra's look of longing at the sapling. It was almost enough to set him at ease. Almost.