Hostility

"I put that girl to rest, despite what you'd asked of me. Despite what I wanted of myself. Despite a lot of things. And this man? Charles Abrams, who I protected, who I helped, who I was never anything but civil to?"

Charles Abrams didn't flinch as John met his eyes.

"Dug her up, used her for power, and brewed a killing ritual that ended a few hundred lives. With her at the center. The Choir."

The soldiers all turned to look at Charles. There was enough hostility that the skin of John's back and arms prickled from it.

- Break 5