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Mohwee and Owen sat in a tree, talking.
"You all think I'm overreacting," Mohwee sighed. "I'm not. That thing will kill us all."
"And I believe you in that statement, Mohwee." Owen replied. "I know all too well what it's like."
"What do you mean?" Mohwee questioned.
"When you know something, but everyone thinks you're crazy and goes against what you say," the soldier whispered. "But you know what you have to do? You try to stop them anyway. Because no matter if they believe you or not, you have to protect them. Don't take 'no' for an answer. Because these are your friends, the people you have chosen to protect."
Mohwee didn't reply and instead stared at Owen in shocked silence, so Owen added,
"At least that's what I do. I may have been raised to have the mindset of a soldier, but the same isn't true for you. I'm not going to force you to think like me."
"I don't know, Owen. I'm still in shock. I don't know what to do..."
Owen seemed lost in thought for a second.
"You've seen the wolves." He muttered cryptically.
"What- what do you mean?" Mohwee said, confusion evident. "What wolves?"
"Oh, just something from my past. Think of it like a metaphor."