“So your plan is to have him kill off most of his tribe, the rest of his kind, and then you’ll train him as one of us?” Kana skinned the rabbit with easy hands.
Rastaban flinched at the flash of steel and blood in her hands. “That’s about the size of it.”
“What do you need me to do?”
“The boy needs motivation. He’s not a killer at heart - he needs a reason to fight.”
Kana arched an eyebrow. “You’d know about that, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m pretty sure you became a killer first.”
“As a matter of survival, not pride.”
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