Kaia squeezed her eyes shut, leaning onto him. "I know, but…"
"No buts," Markus interrupted softly. "I will not lie to you. Yes, the Boot Camp is harsh. It is brutal. But it is not a death sentence."
Kaia swallowed hard. "Are you sure?"
Markus smiled gently, cupping her cheek. "Positive, my love."
Her lips trembled slightly. "But… the stories… they say that…"
"Listen to me," Markus interrupted again, his tone firm but filled with love. "During the camp’s long history, there have been very few deaths. And every single one was due to either sheer stupidity of the deceased or self-inflicted harm."
Kaia’s eyes searched his. "So you are saying…"
"That our son will be fine," Markus said firmly. "Physically, I have no doubt he will survive physically unscathed, except few cuts and bruises.
