Onyx turned, her eyes narrowed at Pandion. “Don’t you think I’d kill him if I could?” She gestured to Westar. “He’s not weaker than me, he’s more powerful! In fact, he’d be able to kill us all in an instant! And don’t worry, the feeling is mutual. I never said I was allied with you though.”
“Okay. Alright. I can speak for myself.” Westar spoke up, nervousness tinting his voice. He didn’t want to be in the center of two arguing dragonesses and not end up doing anything to help to end the war. “Onyx- I’ll- I’ll try to stop him. Try to- kill him.” The words sounded all wrong coming out of his mouth, but he knew deep down it was the only way to end all the arguing and fighting and suffering.