The Consequences
A tremor seemed to go through the young man's body, and the words from Andrew sunk in like a heavy stone. His feet were rooted to the ground, and he felt like he would be unable to move even if someone pushed him from behind.
His face was instantly ashen, and the words that Andrew said to him echoed in his mind incessantly.
The other veteran that had patted Lance on the shoulder previously glared at Andrew, dissatisfied.
Andrew saw her glare, but he didn't care. This was his philosophy. What could the other do? If others didn't want to listen, okay, fine. He didn't care, but it was his right to speak however he wanted.
Moreover, it wasn't like he was spitting curse words at the other party. This was truly what he felt and what he considered sound advice to the other party. If he was like him, then they would feel the same way.