Silence hung in the air.
Hex felt every eye land on him. It wasn't comfortable but he didn't let it appear on his face.
Some gazes were malicious but most were confused. And that was what Hex wished to see.
'Don't accept their stories like morons. Doubt it. Question it. Ask yourselves if you wish to see your loved ones act like puppets.'
He had seen the people being swayed by the stories. The idea of having their loved ones return was too alluring. By disrupting the momentum he hoped to give the crowd enough time to think further.
"Brother George, what do you mean? We are not forcing anyone," Herman chuckled. "I am surprised by your outbursts though. Don't you wish to see your son again?"
Although Herman's tone remained amiable, Hex wasn't fooled by it. He could see his clenched jaws and narrowed eyes.
