Shinho looked around him, mentally counting the number of enemies. Although they were extremely weakened from the long travels and in hunger, thirst, and pain, they still greatly outnumbered these newcomers.
Should they just run for their lives? Or should they gamble and come with them?
Shinho felt tense, knowing his decision would affect hundreds of lives. Ferra felt it and patted his hand. Not to tell him he was hurting her, but rather to comfort him.
This was very subtle and many didn't notice it, especially with the lack of light, but the women were sensitive enough to see it.
They looked at the refugees again and understood that they were not exactly happy to see them. This was a little counterintuitive to them, who had lived good lives, but once they thought about it, they understood.
Outside Alterra, Humans were just… not that trustworthy.
Even the aborigines seemed to have forgotten that.
