Thartler was now thinking besides the tears that they have something in common. Both of them suffered when a sibling was gone. And both of them were powerless to stop the killers or death from claiming the souls of innocent. 'He' shed more tears, as it was excruciating now to even think. Yes, 'he' was deep into CRYING! The old wound had never healed... A thought flew by 'his' head. - (*W...whoever are you... I think... we may.... have something... in c-comm...mon...*) - At the last thing, 'he' was so much crying that 'he' barely managed to tell 'his' name (although 'he' intended it to be a last words 'he' said before his sister was murdered.) - (*Th...art-ler.*)
((The full text - Don't worry, Lea. I, Tharter, will protect you, even if it takes me a life, even if I have to go into hell and back. He couldn't even protect, as the "they" somehow disarmed him, before killing his sister, leaving him, heavily injured to his own fate.))