"But even the children…?" He knew was a pointless question; that in genocide it was never 'even the children?' but 'especially the children.' If a leader wanted to exterminate an entire clan or village, he wouldn't leave any possible link behind, no matter how small.

And Seimei was right. Most of their civilisations were built - even continued to be built - on senseless bloodshed; on exterminations like this.

He breathed a sigh of his own along with Seimei's, grateful for his lover's arms, and allowed himself to be steered as he calmed himself down. It was a little relieving to be away from the graves, but it still felt rather like his hair was standing on end, which was particularly unnerving.

"Was this the centre of the village?"