As they exited, Mercy spoke in a low voice to Fury. “They wouldn’t be so scared of you if you spent more time with them.” Fury returned an odd look. “If they knew me, they’d only be more afraid.” “That’s not true! I’m not afraid of you, and neither is Aunt Naria.” “Yeah, but you’re strong. They’re weak.” He shrugged. “It’s okay, we’re just not going to be friends.” “Don’t you want to know the people we’re fighting for?” “Why?” Fury spread his hands. “I’m going to fight for them whether they like me or not.”
