Chapter 1303
Chapter 1303: Can I Give You a Hug? (1)_1
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"Do you think that us killing people is fair?"
Becca Reyes tilted her head back, earnestly looking into Flossie Wright’s eyes, which were tainted with a layer of faint sorrow and confusion.
Killing, taking someone else’s life at will, is that really fair?
She couldn’t figure it out, so she chose to ask Flossie Wright.
With her eyelids drooping, there was a fleeting strangeness in Flossie Wright’s narrow eyes as she looked at Becca Reyes and slowly asked, "Do you think it’s unfair?"
"I don’t know." Becca Reyes shook her head, her gaze gradually dimming, "The education I received since childhood is that all lives are equal, and no one has the right to take another’s life. But in the name of ’protection,’ we kill those pirates. At first, I thought it was okay, but... they too have brothers and sisters, they have families, don’t they?"
Becca Reyes herself couldn’t quite articulate what kind of feeling it was.
She didn’t even know what she was struggling with.
Because she had killed someone?
𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
No, it was more than that.
She had seen the pirates’ anger.
Despite knowing that the pirates stood on the wrong side, while those protecting the nation and its people, like herself, were the just ones. That they had every right to eliminate those invading pirates.
Even Ella Pemberton had said it was okay to shoot.
They didn’t need to receive any punishment.
She still couldn’t quite understand, because the person she had killed was no different from the people of her own country; his very existence was justified.
Yet, by taking such a life, she might cause grief and anger to his family.
"Yes, they are just like us, there is no difference." Flossie Wright looked at her, a rare seriousness in her eyes, a bright light concentrated in the center of her black pupils, "But the fairness you think of does not exist in this world. If you don’t kill him, he will kill you. You may pity his family, but he won’t care about yours."
That’s just a slogan. She had seen many people and many things, but had never seen true fairness.
In the Education Philosophy of this country, life is considered equal and unique, but nowhere in the world, especially in war-torn countries, is there a truly fair place.
She had seen newborn children abandoned due to poverty to fend for themselves; she had seen those who commit murder of the innocent for personal gain; she had also seen those whose entire lives from birth to death were nothing but misery and poverty.
In many places, life is not worth anything, it’s even a burden.
Silent, Becca Reyes did not speak.
She was pondering over Flossie Wright’s words.
In a state of conflict, it truly was a case of survival of the fittest, Becca Reyes trusted that if it really came down to it, she would indeed do her utmost to protect her own and eliminate the enemy.
It’s either you die, or I live.
Furrowing her brow, Becca Reyes asked again, "What about the sense of guilt?"
Meanwhile, Belinda Nichols lying in the adjacent bed, slightly tilted her head, glancing in this direction.
The twilight’s rays slanted in from the window, perfectly outlining Flossie Wright’s silhouette, her tall figure cast in a faint halo of blurry light.
Belinda Nichols noticed Flossie Wright’s expression, which was uncharacteristically serious, a warm light settling on her features, a faint emotion surfacing, yet it was hard to discern exactly what it was.
"A sense of guilt is the most meaningless thing. You are a soldier, by duty and by nature, you are different from them," Flossie Wright said with her usual cool tone, but there was a completely different kind of resolve in her voice when she said those words.
— End of Chapter 1303 —