THE GROUP FOLLOWED THE child who led them to the funeral. The building they entered was dark and gloomy. James both enters the room and slowly walked in. Karli was the first to notice him, she seemed frightened. Once she was done with the ceremony James walked towards her.
"Nice speech. It was— touching."
Karli turns to face the man.
"Don't worry, I mean no harm. I just came to talk."
Karli smirks. "Bold of you."
"Bold of you to think you've got a chance up against me. Sorry for your loss."
"Don't condescend to me. I'm not a child."
James rolls his eyes. "Don't be such a nonchalant dick. I know what it feels like to lose someone. Believe me."
"No, you don't. Not like this."
James scoffed. "I lost three of my best friends in one day. My mother, my uncle, and my father. Trust me, I know loss."
Karli slightly frowns.
"This doesn't have to be a war, Karli."
"They started the war as soon as they kicked us out of our new homes and onto the street," Karli argues with a scoff. "People around the world need me. Millions of them."
"Right, I can't speak for millions, but I understand you. I understand your frustration more than anything." James says. "I get it, you feel helpless. So did I— I still do. The cause may be right, but what you're doing isn't."
Karli laughs. "So, you want me to stop because people are gettin' hurt, right? But, James, what if I'm making the world a better place?"
"It's not a better place if you're killin' people. It's just different. And this world— it can't handle different. People get killed for being different."
"Well... you're either brilliant or just hopelessly optimistic." Karli chuckles.
James slightly chuckles. "Well, can't I be a little bit of both?"
"No."
James smiles. "I'm not one to spread rumors... but this guy I know... he claims you're a supremacist."
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