"…Also, last I checked, Agnes, the 'World' would not give a flying fuck if 40% of its population was to die out this instant."
Agnes wanted to question where Evan even 'checked' such a thing, but the boy's barrage of questions wasn't done.
"Besides, who are you to decide that some people should be sacrificed for this plan of yours?"
"…"
Agnes remained silent. Not because of the fact that she did not have an answer, but because her answer was one very selfish one.
Evan didn't wait for her to collect her thoughts and reply, he simply picked up his cutlery and moved his focus to his food as he spoke.
"This 'plan' of yours is definitely not gonna work."
Scenes from the game replayed themselves in Evan's mind, of the Havoc wreaked by the Demons.
He saw how the Demons massacred their way into the Aidos who hadn't healed from the damage the Demonic Hand caused.
