Ad you were sitting down, drinking tea, sitting around the table with all the Revolutionaries as you read the newspaper, everyone stopped at the same time when the read the caption of the island that Sabo was on, just got blown up. The captain said Sabo was dead. Air caught in your throat, eyes widened, anger and sadness welling up inside of you. You have known Sabo for 10 years, ever since you were brought to Dadan. This couldn’t be true. You stared, your emotions were so strong even tears couldn’t be forced up, it was just that pain of when the tears couldn’t flow. Your hand twitched that held the tea cup, my grip tightening as the newspaper slightly crinkled, my tea cup handle cracking a little.