"I'm...I'm sorry." Zavros clenched his eyes shut and shook his head. "I'm sorry about all this, Ma, Pa...I don't even rightly know what's going on, but I'll-" He took one last look at the rebuilt farm. More than just his eyes, a certain glimmer of pride and hope surged through him at how what was once destroyed, was now rebuilt, and better for it. "-I'll come back when I can. If-when-this whole thing blows over. I'll find these folks in town, and...do what needs doing."<br/><br/>He had no better way to describe any of what was going on. 'Do what needs doing.' But what needed to be done?<br/><br/>"Hang on." Zavros held up a hand to forestall any further words from the soldiers. "Look...y'all did what I asked you to. If you want to leave, you're free to go. You held up your end of all this. But-" The symbol on his forehead began to glow once again, in what he hoped appeared somewhat menacing. "-you come back and cause trouble around these here parts, and especially if you cause trouble with this farm and its folks again...I'm coming after you."<br/><br/>He didn't have to do much to loom over them, he was already taller than most men and women before all this craziness happened. But loom he did anyway, a set glare in place of an otherwise gentle face. "Understand?"