"Say, Sam…" Esfir exclaimed. "Are you going to fight?"
In the end, he wasn't able to answer Esfir's question. Samuel, after all, didn't give an answer to Dayie as well.
Fighting.
What was holding him back? He had fought for his life in the abandoned lab. He had also survived the perils of the dungeon in Alaris. He practically survived death twice.
Yet… he can't even try to think of fighting right now.
A rebellion.
Samuel thinned his lips.
The chance of winning depends greatly on the enemy's scale of power. The laboratory monsters—Samuel had seen them as they fought; in the dungeon, he had also seen the necromorphs.
But here…
He was going to face an enemy he had never seen in his life.
Of course, that was already given. They were going to 'save' a country that they have never seen before, after all.
