"I'm sorry to hear that. And no, I do not think anyone deserves death - but I know you can hardly share my sympathies. You are working for the man who is hunting our countrymen." Aimé said coldly, crossing his arms across his chest, chilled by his brother's words to him.
"I...why did you come to look for us? Do you want to admit now that you were wrong?" He could imagine a brush with death would do that to a man.