I walked out of the room and met with the sect master, who looked at me and asked, "So, what did you decide?"
"Don't worry, I won't go back on my word like I promised your sect will leave this graveyard soon," I said.
"No, not that, though it's comforting to hear, are you sure that you're willing to give up the opportunity to save your own skin for others? I mean, you were a part of the Purple Cloud Sect, but not for long, no sane person would decide against their own survivability for a sect that they didn't spend a lot of time in," she said. And she was right.
But at the same time, I'm not a crazy man… well, if you don't consider schizophrenia, I'm a perfectly sane person. I think.
I already have a way to get myself out if shit hits the fan, so getting them out isn't gonna be determinable to my goals.
