Murkato paused.
'What is the worth of a million lives?'
"And I'm not asking in general," Savine continued. "I'm asking you. What… value does a million lives have for you? What does it mean for you?"
"…"
For some reason, Murkato's brain stopped working. For some reason, the way Savine worded it made it very hard to find an acceptable way of answering the question.
The worth of a million lives. In general, it was an easy thing to say. It was almost a country. All of these lives and humans made it possible for a country to exist. For it to stay powerful and relevant.
But for Murkato personally, what did it mean? She really couldn't say that she saw them as that important. As important as a country and all its might… No, it was definitely not that. But at the same time, Murkato couldn't say that they meant nothing to her.
She couldn't be that heartless, could she?