The journey back to the village was quiet—at least, until Melissa finally broke the silence.
"Young master, that boy. I don't like the way he looked at you. If we let him be now, we might regret it later."
She said, her voice sharp but quiet.
Kyle didn't answer immediately. He didn't even look at her. His eyes remained fixed on the egg cradled carefully in his lap, one hand gently resting on its surface.
Melissa's voice dropped further, her expression cold and resolute.
"I would rather not take any chances. If something has the potential to become a threat later, I say we end it while it's still harmless."
Bruce let out a nervous cough but wisely stayed quiet.
Kyle finally turned to look at her.
His voice was calm, but there was no mistaking the edge behind it.
"He's just a child, Melissa. Innocent—for now. We don't kill children because of what they might become."
