Black Ice

My lips tightened into a thin line. "Because Watchers shouldn't torment people." Wrapping myself tighter in the folds of my cloak and pulling the hood low over my head, I did the same with Brunhilda and, taking her hand, cautiously but quickly moved towards the stables, trying not to break the rhythm of the crowd's movement. From time to time, I joined in with her slogans, but I didn't stop moving. What happened? Is that Theodore? Why isn't the Grand Master intervening? Perhaps I would try to find out more, but I was horrified at the thought of leaving the girl alone in this chaos. I have no choice but to stick to the plan prepared for me by the Emperor and pray.