The creature looks up at the assembled group with all of its eyes and smiles.

“Are you here to kill me? There’s an order out.”

Joscelin almost sounds pleased, but tears stream from his one blue eye.

He likes that Ginia is here. She’s a strange one, but he respects her as one of the few adults who seems to take him seriously. If he’s going to die, maybe it won’t be so bad if she’s the one doing the killing.