"Oh? Do they?" Lothur asked as he thought about the complications this might bring for him.
"Of course!" Viktoria exclaimed. "Do you think we would accept the existence of such a group if it had no support? That's the only reason the Mouse Company still exists, considering the problems its members have caused to the province."
"I see..." He placed one of his hands on his chin and then said. "But it makes no difference. Or rather, it makes a difference since we must prepare ourselves to deal with those who support this organization. But as for the rest, it doesn't matter."
"What are you talking about?" She asked, trying to understand her husband.
Lothur looked into her eyes and asked. "What you think is preferable. Letting a wound on your hand kill you or accepting the loss of your hand to save the rest of your body?"
Viktoria's eyebrows drew together, and she answered him without much thought. "Sacrificing the hand is better, of course."
