“You need to watch your language, young man,” Ketros snapped, his disinterest quickly replaced with hard fury. I noticed his hand had slipped down to the holster on his hip.
With a smooth motion I stepped between them, determined to keep the situation in hand. “We will not be abandoning them to the elements,” I explained, my voice level and firm. “In fact, in recognition of their years of service to the Society, the geroi are offering them the option of a peaceful death by euthanasia,” I glanced over at the elders, who were looking resolutely at the floor, “which can be scheduled at your convenience.”
“Look, I don’t know what you’re so upset about,” I reasoned. “The geroi granted you admittance to the dome.”
The expression Eos gave Ketros was almost pitying. “I wouldn’t expect a patros to understand,” he growled. “Patroi don’t understand things like love or loyalty.”