The child called "Haya" was not yet adept in English or Mandarin for explaining complexities, merely wiping his tears while explaining something in their language.
Ingrid listened patiently, occasionally asking a few questions.
Xiang Shan stood with his arms crossed, just waiting.
It took a good while before Ingrid pieced together the cause and effect of the incident.
The whole thing was simply a misunderstanding.
From a young age, Haya had been taught that the Zima Clan were not human. They were closer to those foreign warmachines—the ones with legs that could walk—created by the foreigners' magic. Surely the Zima were similar monstrosities conjured by some malevolent sorcery; otherwise, they wouldn't have committed such atrocities against the Haoa people.
The Zimas were surely just as cruel and ruthless creatures spawned from evil magic.
So...
