Hal was already panicking. He started pacing around the box. Clea had to drag him back to his seat because she was going dizzy at his restlessness.
"We are not going to die." Clea tried to assure him. "At least killing us will spark outrage at the powerhouses!"
"But what if? This insanity is clearly beyond what's logical. We have no idea what the master of this pavilion wants. But clearly, he doesn't mind war." Hal was a bit of an overthinker.
Although he grew up in a loving family, his personality was a bit crooked. Not in a way that he's spoiled, but he is basically constantly on the edge.
His parents have a healthy relationship; Hal was not always like this. He had been very cheerful when he was young. But as time went on, he became more grounded and calculative. It wasn't without reason.
