A/N: This chapter marks the end of chapter 6 of the compiled version. Chapter 6 is now available on Wattpad! Please show your support by giving it a read, a vote, and a comment. Thank you for reading Childish War. Chapter 32 I don't keep many things in my pockets, but what I do keep there stay there. A travelling toothbrush, a pocket knife, and a cotton handkerchief just to name a few. I drew out the handkerchief from the assortment of other items stashed in my pocket and held it up to Callum's ear. "I don't have anything better, but this should be okay," I mumbled, more to myself than to him. "Thanks," He replied, holding the handkerchief in place as I drew my hand away, "And by the way, sorry about today." I forced a smile. "Thanks." He continued. "Some days it's harder to ignore Them. That's why I came out here. Sometimes I feel like it'd be worth it to kill someone if only it'd make them shut up. But they're relentless, Mara. Give them one thing to enjoy and they'll latch onto that. They'll greedily demand more and more until you're nothing more than a puppet for their entertainment, and even then it won't be enough. But no, I never want to kill again, not ever." In the moment, I didn't know what to say, or think for that matter. All of Callum's words swirled and crowded in my head, like thick, cigarette smoke in a small room. All my knowledge up to that point was moot; none of it would help me now. All the skills I had learned, all the methods I had practiced, all the life proficiency I had earned pointed to Callum being a liar. But the way his face contorted as his mouth shaked out those last words could not have been dishonest. Could it be that I was the one who was wrong? Callum let out a long breath. "Thanks, Mara. I know I seem really unstable at the moment, but it's really nice to have someone listen every once in a while." He rose from his spot on the ground. He wiped the remaining blood trickling from his ear and picked at what remained from underneath his fingernails. Silently, he headed toward the doorway. "Wait," I surprised myself, "I'll do it. I'll join you." In that moment, I could have sworn two things: Callum's fox-like grin came back with a wicked timing, and I heard a soft creak coming from above me in the ceiling.