Next morning, before sunrise had even descended on the camp, William walks, his eyes hardened and focused on one singular tent. Lifting the tent flap, it takes all 10 years of military service to not vomit at the sight of the prisoners. He couldn't save them all. Scanning the tent, his eyes finally lock on the child he was after, grabbing their wrist with a gentle grip and murmuring, his voice low and steady "You. Unless you wish to suffer a fate worse than death, you will come with me. Now."
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