Chapter 27 Flames Of Retribution

• Later...
• Ivan tries to comfort me, staying by my side as I lie on the bed, but I can't stop trembling. He brings my favorite snacks, thinking it'll help, but I can't even look at them. The images are too fresh, too brutal, still etched in my mind. The sight of my friends, their severed heads—it's too much.
• "Лара, ты должна что-то съесть," Ivan urges, his voice soft. ("Lara, you need to eat something.")