Evil always comes from courage

The door was pushed open again. Alice Letasha was still angry with Henry Jane, but when she looked in the direction of the door, the person who came was James Burt, who had a gloomy face and was covered in blood.

He looked terrible, but who on board the Victoria, which was waving the flag of death, didn't have a terrible fate?

"Welcome, it’s really a lively day today."

James Burt looked surprised;

"You are awake."

Alice Letasha turned over and lay on her side looking at him;

"I can pretend to be asleep."

James Burt closed the door, came closer, and suddenly lost his temper mid-sentence;

"I saw Henry Jane going out and I thought... forget it, I want to talk to you."

Alice Letasha stared at his ugly face and said to herself;

"Please, but why are you sitting so close? Just pretend I didn't ask."

James Burt moved a stool, and he sat on the bedside, looking at Alice Letasha with complicated eyes.

Alice Letasha moved back and did not get up. She was also very tired. , and all her patience has been worn out by these damn disasters.

Unless there is something important, she just wants to lie in bed and be lazy until her tense nerves can rest, and the hands are beating faintly while moving the broken pieces. The touch of flesh dissipated.

So she did not welcome James Burt, Henry Jane, or the annoying smiling Pope Waldo.

James Burt stared at Alice Leigh. Tasha said abruptly;

"Louis is dead."

Alice Letasha was silent for a moment, and then said quickly;

"My condolences, but I suggest you recite a message of congratulations to send him on his last journey. I am not good at comforting him."

Today, I believe most people have seen the most death in their lives. People are like flies and ants, being crushed and trampled to death. Alice Letasha is already numb and keeps moving the corpses like mice. Digging holes everywhere in the ruins, what is the difference between one more death and one less death?

There are too many dead people, and they have no time to mourn the pieces of flesh that have lost their souls. Compared with the dead, living at such a moment Talent is more important.

James Burt did not leave because of Alice Letasha's impatient pushback, but opened his mouth with a trembling voice and regret;

"I'm guilty."

Alice Letasha sat up directly after hearing this, with a look of surprise and disbelief on her face, and immediately interrupted James Burt;

"Stop, stop, listen to confession. It is Pope Waldo's duty. Why do you come here to torture me."

However, James Burt didn't listen at all, he just kept talking to himself;

"I tried my best, I killed those who were still alive and pulled him out of the corpses, but he died in the end."

Speaking of this, he paused and was silent for a few seconds. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he quickly continued;

"It was a blood clot. The ship's doctors said that due to long-term squeezing and lack of blood circulation, his lower limbs were paralyzed. Since the position was too high, amputation was not possible, so we could only watch him die."

Alice Letasha frowned, she felt a headache now;

"People will always die. Forgive me for witnessing too many deaths today. Regarding Louis' misfortune, I can only express regret for this."

James Bert was still minding his own business, chattering endlessly, as if he wanted to pour out all the pain, sadness, and resentment in his heart.

"If I had done it earlier, earlier, could I have saved Louis? If I had not hesitated at that time. He said he had no feeling in his legs. He looked so scared. I had something to do, but I hesitated."

Alice Letasha felt that she was really going crazy. She really was not in the mood to comfort James Burt. She really hoped that before she said any irreparable words, James Burt Te was able to figure out for herself that they had no time to mourn at all, because the next wave of harvest was about to come.

Therefore, in this moment, she would rather recharge her batteries than waste it on mourning.

"Let me interrupt you. There are no regrets in life. No matter what you think, the outcome is doomed and cannot be changed."

James Bert stared at Alice Letasha. He suddenly found that those eyes were too cold, too icy, as if the disguise of the outer skin was peeled off, revealing a corner of reality. He suddenly asked;

"What you do is your word."

Alice Letasha did not answer this question. Given her position, there were two options.

As a representative, she had to watch them die, because she could not decide to let most of them die and save some of them. The pair of rescued people It is not fair to the friends and relatives of those who have not been saved. Even if they save a small part, they will be condemned for the part they failed to save, and even cause riots.

Rather, if James Bert Inspiring other knights to choose to sacrifice one half to save the other half, then Knight Bansfather Bate will be busy next. When the families of the dead people come, they will shout, these people killed our families , what rights do they have, and who can decide who lives and who dies.

But this question is not true for her at all, because she is Vincent, and Vincent does not need to hesitate on this matter, because Vincent enjoys the highest Immunity, they never have to worry about the decision, it's just a multiple choice question, there's no right or wrong, there's even a third answer

"I'm going crazy, right? No, I've gone crazy! I actually feel unapologetic about killing those people. Why aren't you sad? Why are you so unmoved?"

Alice Letasha tilted her head slightly. Now she didn't know whether James Burt was asking her, or whether he started talking to himself because he couldn't bear the reproach of conscience, or whether he had indeed already Starting to go crazy.

Alice Letasha sighed and said suddenly;

"I believe you have heard of the Battle of Fenlin."