Ankyra Sound oh wow, you look like the fourth of july

Artaax said nothing as nomi tried to reassure him. The problem was, he wanted to hate her. Hate and anger were so much easier to feel than this hurt and despair. They were far more familiar. They made him stronger whereas this just made him feel small and weak, pathetic. He shut his eyes and focused on absorbing comfort from his mother's touch. It wasn't until she spoke again, though, that he felt any relief.

The feisripa looked up slowly, studying the commander silently. Did that mean what he thought it meant? "You won't hunt them?" he asked softly, unwittingly reverting to his mother's tongue as the words fell free. "You won't send anyone after them?"