"You can relax. He's surrounded by good friends in his class," I replied in a reassuring tone. It was a lie, of course. Maximus was surrounded by bastards like himself. But Sonya didn't need to know that right now.
Sonya let out a breath, her expression brightening a little. "If that's the case, I can feel a bit more at ease. Thank you."
A comfortable silence fell between us again. The night breeze blew gently. In the midst of that quiet, a question that had been lurking in my mind, triggered by Pablo's story earlier, finally surfaced.
"What do you think," I began slowly, "should a man like Pablo have done? So he wouldn't have ended up like that. Was his revenge... wrong?"
Sonya turned to look at me, her blue eyes serious under the park lights. She was quiet for a moment, thoughtful.
"I... don't know," she finally answered honestly. "I've never been in his position. I haven't felt the torture he endured daily. So I can't just casually say he was wrong."
