Chapter 1814
Chapter 1814: We Will Defend You to the Death (3)
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"And then?"
Flossie Wright casually raised an eyebrow.
This had nothing to do with the problem she needed to solve.
What she wanted to know wasn’t why "not to kill," but why "to kill."
Or rather, why it was them, that group of people, who took action.
And then—
What reason did she have to forgive?
𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"There’s nothing wrong with anyone; this is a group you can call comrades," Glenn Hutchinson looked at her intently, his voice unintentionally hoarse, "Just like your Saughter, they are the same team, only your Saughter advocates freedom, while Aaron Doom advocates loyalty."
"Does loyalty mean everything?" Flossie faintly smiled, with a hint of sarcasm.
"Theoretically speaking, yes." Glenn Hutchinson said seriously.
"Must orders be obeyed?" Flossie’s smile deepened slightly.
Glenn Hutchinson was very decisive in his response.
Orders must be obeyed.
Those who need to be eliminated, will be absolutely eliminated.
Many times, they can’t even know the reason.
They are the sharpest weapon of the state, also nurtured by the state, essentially not much different from organizations like Saughter.
Any group requires a certain degree of loyalty.
Just like Saughter, they also need to be loyal to Saughter, only their rules are not many, and many people don’t even realize it themselves.
A group, a sense of belonging, when you are loyal to it, it’s very natural to do something for it.
And, the people who do these things don’t always think it’s natural; there will be people who debate, struggle, and think...
Even if someone chooses to leave, they won’t choose to give up.
"One day, will I become like that too?" After a slight pause, Flossie continued to ask.
"The premise is that you have to stay here and accept this place." Glenn Hutchinson emphasized.
"No," Flossie shook her head, "This reason doesn’t convince me, I can do what you do, but you know, I’m not loyal enough."
Loyal to the state?
Oh, certainly possible.
She could do some things for the state, for a better future for the state, but couldn’t dedicate her whole life because of the state.
"Then, loyal to yourself?"
Glenn Hutchinson changed his tone, his low voice slowly slid to her ear.
With a frown, Flossie stared into his eyes.
"You won’t betray yourself, and today your actions prove that you won’t betray the Forces." Glenn Hutchinson raised a hand, his fingers sliding over the strand of hair falling from her forehead.
The cold touch made Flossie pause slightly, but there was no room to retreat.
"When you don’t betray, in fact, you have already stopped hating, haven’t you?"
His hand landed on her shoulder, Glenn Hutchinson looked at her intently, each word tinged with tenderness, brushing past her ear.
Flossie’s heart sank slightly.
Leaning against the tree, Flossie’s head tilted back slightly, keeping a certain distance from Glenn Hutchinson.
"I have stopped hating."
After a pause, Flossie spoke coolly.
As Glenn Hutchinson said, she has stopped hating.
As Erina Taylor, she had always resented Eastlandia, resented Eastlandia’s Forces, even soldiers from various countries were seen as rigid by Erina Taylor.
Saughter includes people from various industries, but rarely any veterans; for any country, as long as they were soldiers, Erina Taylor was always on guard.
Therefore, there was a strange phenomenon in Saughter, the so-called "military background" guys were all either rogues or ruffians, because those were the ones Erina Taylor selected, "like-minded", fitting Saughter’s outward image, but far from the image of so-called soldiers.
Moreover, some of the "military background" people were those expelled from the Forces for various reasons, even normal retirees were rare.
She had personally experienced it.
In regular Forces, irregular Forces, she had seen all kinds of orders and rules, and various kinds of people within.
No shortage of scum anywhere, even in the Forces, Flossie also encountered quite a few, but in such a place, it was the first time Flossie felt that kind of spirit.
A spirit not found elsewhere.
It’s not an exaggeration to call it faith.
Flossie saw many unconventional trainings, where only relying on spirit could one persist, and had seen many inspiring methods, only those who truly understood the nation, the people, and guardianship, would be stirred with passion.
Ultimately, it was not those people, among the countless thousands, only a few.
Those people were all with Aaron Doom.
Flossie didn’t even know who they were.
So, she could accept the Marine Corps, but couldn’t quite accept Aaron Doom.
"I don’t hate the Forces, nor those people," lifting her eyes, Flossie calmly looked at Glenn Hutchinson, speaking each word deliberately, "But, I don’t want to fight alongside them. If they were ever stained with my family’s blood while they were injured, then you tell me, what reason do I have to forgive?"
"I promise you here," Glenn Hutchinson’s eyes darkened, a streak of resolve amidst his stern expression, "Their hands will be stained with your enemy’s blood, but never again with yours. We swear to protect our comrades to the death."
Those last few words were heavy, like the weight of a thousand falling down.
Pressing down on that calm heart, like torrential rain pouring down, stirring violent turbulence.
One second before, a calm and composed expression, the next moment, slightly moved inadvertently.
Swear to the death to protect?
Can it really be protected?
Even Saughter would not dare to utter the words "swear to the death," yet Glenn Hutchinson stated it so calmly.
Every word, every sentence, like a vow.
— End of Chapter 1814 —