They could see in the dark yes but seeing the blood and the dead bodies draped by the sunlight was somehow unsettling.
Growing a conscience upon seeing the dead bodies who were also just doing whatever they can so their families survived the cruelty that was their society. While the conscience was there, they didn't exactly feel bad about what had to be done.
They were saving people at the end, the only difference between the guards and the slaves was choice.
"The smell is almost unbearable, good thing I haven't eaten since yesterday." Jesús joked trying to brighten up the mood.
"Did we really fight the entire night? Isn't that insane?" Grey retorted unable to laugh it off.
They hadn't realised the mess they'd made in the night, the walls were completely painted red with blood and they were chipped by the many stray bullets that failed to hit their target.
