Northern's words hung heavy in their hearts as they silently proceeded forward. Despite the harshness they conveyed, no one had decided to leave the group and head toward where there were fewer monsters.
Northern had delivered his point with that deliberate wickedness of words, hoping that they'd at least choose to save themselves.
But no one seemed broken enough to turn back. Or could it be that their respect and followership toward the Lieutenant was of greater fear than the fear of death?
If that was the case, he didn't think the source of their stubbornness was of a frivolous origin.
Perhaps the Lieutenant just held a more paralyzing fear that, as long as he was standing there, they'd rather die than give up.
'...or is it admiration? Huh? No way? You can't admire someone to the point of dying to please them,' Northern refuted in his head.
He truly didn't understand the bunch; he felt like he had lost touch of something.