The middle boy glares at her, "You don't get to feel sorry."
Alyssa flinches at this, but regains her composure. She looks at them silently, and they glare at the group in response.
Atticus looks down at the little girl that is sobbing and sighs, "Let the adults handle stuff like this, you kids just need to focus on being kids."
The oldest glares at Atticus, "The 'adults' have gone off the war and left us with cowards."
Alyssa looks away at that, knowing that to be true. War takes away and never gives. These kids lost their father, and their mother is likely fighting in the war.
Atticus tilts his head slightly, "Well, that's not my problem."
His tone was cold, and Alyssa would have elbowed him in the ribs if he wasn't too far away.
"War takes, boy. Get over it." Atticus says as he begins moving forward, "But kids are not the only ones suffering. Adults die, lose loved ones, and starve. War spares no one. Not kids, and not adults. Throw stones at air if you want something to blame, and keep a lot. You'll see war over and over again." Atticus' eyes darken at that, "It never stops, only slows."
The kids stand, stunned.
Alyssa takes the moment of pause made by Atticus to push through the crowd again.
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