"You're all pathetic."
Many cadets frowned. They narrowed their eyes at Zephyrion, only to freeze the moment they met his cold purple gaze. It seemed to glint in the flickering darkness.
"You were being beaten and tortured. What do you think would've happened if I'd gone back to the academy without coming here? It would've kept happening. Every cadet here is going through the same thing you did… and you'd rather leave them behind?"
The cadets clenched their fists and lowered their heads, unable to meet his eyes. Good. He'd left out the part where this was actually a test. The more they believed it was real, the better.
"We're Ferrans. We do not leave our own behind. No matter what." He turned and took a step toward the hallway. "But I cannot force you. If you wish to leave, then leave. I'll help them myself."
"W-wait!"
Zephyrion halted. As expected. He turned toward Horus, who now met his gaze with quiet resolve.
"I-I want to come too. Please… let me help."
