distance. “It is … not so easy to destroy them, knowing that they could’ve been mine,” he says, his eyes dropping to my stomach. My child, he means. He sees his own kid in them. For a moment, I don’t breathe. This might be the first time I’ve seen true empathy from War. “Is that why you spared them?” He glances down at me. “I did it for your soft heart,” he says. “But still, they could’ve been mine.”
