We don't have the means to separate the good ones from the bad ones. Even the good ones attacked us with pretenses that it's for "own good" when half of us died.

[Xayah had only ever trusted two people fully in her life- her father and Rakan. And neither of them are here. Everything else seemed like a temporary alliance. Crowley earned her respect and favor, but before things could move on- he was gone.]

Finding a way to defend against green-eyed ones is our priority now. We can't move around the forest.