"In that case, did I really fight to kill my own nephew?" The bulky man spoke with wide eyes, and his hands shaking.
'Well, you kind of did..' Max muttered inwardly, but looking at the guy's face he didn't speak it out loud. After all, he had no interest in watching a grown man cry in front of him. And, it sure looked like that he was about to.
"It's not time to be blaming yourself. It was inevitable. We will discuss all of this matter in detail after we find Achilles.." The Old Viking Chief spoke up.
"Yes, we need to find them fast.." The Bulky man immediately got himself together. He knew that his nephew's condition was definitely serious after the last fight. Wasting a single second was too much.