"Are you having some difficulty accepting our deaths?"
Having regained consciousness, Cole used the last of his strength to straighten his neck and looked at the dejected Eberlen, asking:
"Do you think we're just throwing our lives away? Or, uh... ma'am?"
Unacceptable?
Eberlen did not reply, but the light in her eyes gradually gathered.
Unacceptable?
After seeing all this, you're telling me I have to accept it?
Accept their deaths?
you tell me……
"……accept?"
His voice was a little hoarse, and Eberron gradually exuded a more human aura.
She regained consciousness, but her heart was not at peace; instead, it was filled with anger.
"Faced with this meaningless death, tell me... who can accept it?"
Who will bear the consequences of this outcome?
Who should bear the responsibility for all of this?
Eberlen wanted to glare at him, but in the end she didn't.
"Does that mean everyone has to... no, I shouldn't say that, please forget about it."
Because Eberron suddenly remembered that the man in front of him was just one of tens of thousands of victims, and he shouldn't have to endure such questioning.
Seeing Eberron's momentum vanish just as quickly, Cole sighed knowingly, as if he had anticipated this reaction, and remarked:
"Just as I thought, you and... Hey hey hey! Wait a minute, buddy, I'm not going to die yet! No!"
Just as he was about to speak, Cole's expression changed, and he moved his body with difficulty.
Cole narrowly dodged Andrew's hidden counterattack, caught his breath, coughed twice, and said:
"Cough cough cough, wait a minute! Give me the anesthetic injection later! Before that... I think I need to make something clear to this lady."
Andrew was surprised to find his actions discovered and turned around to look at himself.
How did you manage to do that with such severe injuries?
Is this possible?
"Is it strange? I was lying on your back, and the muscles in your back told me everything."
What Andrew found incomprehensible was actually nothing unusual for this outlaw who had faced death many times.
It's just an instinct that you develop through hard work to survive.
With a smug smile, Cole's expression showed no sign that he was a seriously injured soldier.
"Ah, none of that matters. What matters is... young man, can you let me finish what I have to say? It's important for both her and me."
Andrew hesitated after glancing at Cole's eyes, which were smiling but were actually bloodshot.
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Cole isn't in as good a condition as he's portrayed; he's just putting on a brave face.
Andrew knew what such a request meant, and he understood even more clearly that if he missed this opportunity, then...
Please.
Andrew was still hesitant, but upon hearing those weak words that contained a plea, he fell silent.
He clenched and unclenched his right hand, and finally silently put away the sedative he had originally intended to inject into Cole's body.
This was Cole's own choice, and it was his right; no one else had the right to take it away from him.
He is a soldier, and all I can do is respect his choice.
"……Um."
Hearing Andrew's soft nasal tone and feeling his relaxed muscles, the strong and composed Cole also breathed a sigh of relief and whispered in his ear:
"Thanks, bro."
Brother?
Yes, even though the two had never met before and didn't even know each other's names, their identities destined them to stand on the same side.
They are comrades-in-arms and brothers.
Cole straightened up, smiled at Eberron, and then spoke easily:
"You're asking who can accept it? Me? I can accept it."
Can you accept that?
Upon hearing this, Eberron narrowed his eyes and said with some disbelief:
"……What did you say?"
You've already been treated like this, so why can you still accept it?
“You heard me right, I’m not crazy, I can definitely accept it, and not just me, my brothers can accept it too.”
With a sigh, Cole said:
"Because there's no other way, because that's war."
"war?"
"Yes, madam, we are currently in the midst of war."
war.
Life and death.
Right and wrong.
Man and God.
"Do you think that once the Dark Ages are over, our war with the gods will be over?"
A dangerous grin spread across Cole's face at Eberron's naive idea.
How could that be?
Since the arrival of the gods, there has never been a single day of true peace in this world.
War has never been far away; in the unknown corners, the struggle continues.
The young woman had no idea that this was war.
But he wasn't scoffing; he was pleased.
This is actually a good thing.
If he could, Cole would prefer that no one ever had to understand the cruelty of war, or become like him, a cog in the war machine.
But now that she's here, she has to find out the truth behind it all.
"Judging from your attire, you must be an office worker, right? Is this your first time on the front lines?"
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