Chapter 410 Please don't mourn for me without authorization
"Are you a little unable to accept our death?"
Cole, who woke up, used the little strength left in his body to straighten his neck, looked at the depressed Eberron and asked:
"Do you think we're dying in vain? Or, uh... ma'am?"
unacceptable?
Eberron never replied, but the light in her eyes gradually gathered.
unacceptable?
After seeing all this, you're telling me I'm going to accept it?
Accept their death?
you tell me……
"……accept?"
The voice was a little hoarse, and Eberron gradually gained the aura of a living person.
She woke up, but her heart was not calm, but filled with anger.
"Faced with this meaningless death, tell me... who can accept it?"
Who should bear this outcome?
Who should bear the responsibility for all this!?
Eberron wanted to glare, but she didn't open her eyes in the end.
"Does it mean that everyone has to... No, I shouldn't say that, please forget it."
Because Eberron suddenly remembered that the man in front of him was just one of tens of thousands of victims, and he should not have to bear such questioning.
Looking at Eberron, whose momentum had just risen and then dropped, Cole sighed with understanding. As if he had guessed such a reaction, he sighed and said:
"It's true, you and... Hey, hey! Wait a minute, little brother, I can't die now! Don't!"
Just as he was about to speak, Cole's expression changed and he moved his body with difficulty.
Cole narrowly escaped Andrew's hidden backhand surprise, took a breath, coughed twice and said:
"Ahem, cough, cough, wait a minute! Give me an anesthesia injection later! Before that... I think I need to make one thing clear to this lady."
Not expecting that his actions would be discovered, Andrew looked back in surprise.
How did you do it when you were so seriously injured?
is it possible?
"Is it weird? I'm lying on your back, and the muscles in your back tell me everything."
For Andrew, there are some incomprehensible reactions, but there is actually nothing magical about this desperado who has experienced many lives and deaths.
It's just an instinct developed through hard work in order to survive.
Cole smiled somewhat triumphantly, but Cole's expression did not indicate that he was a seriously injured casualty.
"Ah, none of this is important. What's important is...little brother, can you let me finish what I'm saying? This is very important to both her and me."
After looking at Cole's eyes, which were actually smiling but already bloodshot, Andrew hesitated.
Cole's condition is not as good as he showed, he is holding on now.
Andrew knew what such a request meant, and he knew better that if the opportunity was missed, then...
"please."
He was still hesitating in his heart, but after hearing these weak words containing pleading, Andrew fell silent.
He clenched and unclenched his right hand, and finally silently put away the sedative potion that was originally intended to be injected into Cole's body.
This is Cole's own choice and his right, and no one else has the right to take it away.
He is a warrior, and all he can do is respect his choice.
"……Um."
Hearing Andrew's gentle nasal voice and feeling his relaxed muscles, the strong and calm Cole also breathed a sigh of relief and whispered in his ear:
"Thanks, brother."
Brother?
Yes, even though the two have never met before and don't even know each other's names, their identities are destined to stand on the same front.
They are comrades-in-arms and brothers.
Trying his best to straighten up, Cole smiled at Eberron, and then spoke easily:
"You ask who can accept it? Me, I can accept it."
You can accept?
Eberron narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and said somewhat unacceptable:
"……What did you say?"
You have obviously been treated like this, why can you still accept it?
"You heard it right, I'm not crazy, I can indeed accept it, and not only me, but my brothers can also accept it."
With emotion, Cole sighed:
"Because there is nothing we can do, because this is war."
"war?"
"Yes ma'am, we are at war right now."
war.
life and death.
Right and wrong.
Man and God.
"Do you think the dark ages are over and the war between us and the gods is over?"
The corner of his mouth twisted into a dangerous arc, Cole smiled at Eberron's naive thoughts.
How can it be.
Since the arrival of the gods, there has never been a day of true peace in this world.
War is never far away, and the battle is always going on in unknown corners.
This young woman had no idea this was war.
But he was not sneering, but pleased.
This is actually a good thing.
If possible, Cole hopes that no one will have to understand the cruelty of war and become like him, a rivet in the war machine.
But now that she is here, she must understand the truth behind it.
"Looking at your dress, you should be a civilian, right? It's your first time on the front line?"
Eberron's silent response gave Cole the answer. He smacked his lips and sighed:
"Is that so? How cruel... However, the person who wants you to come must have his own plans. He must have high hopes for you."
High hopes?
Huh, maybe.
Eberron didn't want to explain, and there was no need to explain.
However, is this really just a matter of being able to accept it?
The eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes and looked a little cloudy.
!!!
Inside, she felt a strong will.
As if there was an electric current flashing through his body, Eberron subconsciously straightened his waist and looked at Cole's face that was full of scars, stubble, and vicissitudes of life.
This is a middle-aged man who has been worn away by wind and frost. Under the dense scars on his face, it is difficult to see the outline of his youth last year.
No, that's not the case.
He is not a decadent middle-aged man.
Cole, he's a warrior.
He is a warrior who fights with the enemy to the end and is unwilling to surrender to the enemy even if he is sacrificed.
"The moment we set foot on the battlefield, we made all preparations."
Facing Eberron, Cole smiled and emphasized in a calm tone.
"All preparations, of course, include the option of our death."
"We were not forced to come here, and we are not the useless cannon fodder you think we are."
He said:
"Because this is a war for each of us."
Looking straight at the young and naive secretary, the veteran who had survived countless battles spoke warmly:
"We are warriors protecting this world, and that's what it means to be here."
With pride, Cole spoke calmly but forcefully.
"So...ma'am, please don't grieve for us without permission."
Please do not.
Please do not mourn for the soldiers without permission.