Zhao Yi was accusing him of everything he'd seen since the apocalypse, letter by letter, until his voice began to choke. His faith, once sacred, had become diminished and worthless in the twisted process. It was discarded and forgotten by him in the end...
He paused for a while without finishing his statement, until he felt tired, mentally exhausted, and then, said with grief.
"But... I still have a family, my only concern in this world. I'm sorry..."
His voice finally lowered. Zhao Yi apologized, then turned to leave his comrades, who had shared life-and-death experiences with him on the high walls. His comrades bit their lips, unsure of how to refute his words, watching as his figure moved farther away.
