Starglow Basin Terrible things

The group had grown in the past weeks, faces unfamiliar crowded the place; he felt angry. Finally, when the sadness reached its peak, in its place grew simple hatred. A hatred which flickered dimly in mismatched eyes.

And all they did was watch. Monsters. Every. Single. One. Even the ones who pretended to be kind, he knew he would get no kindness, and so when another settled nearby and spoke in his tongue, he sat back up, and inched backwards, wincing as he struck a chord in the mangled limb attached to him. 

...f-fine... 

He would not complain, for fear of being lulled in by sweet words, only to receive teeth in the end.