Mikel Anderson's eyes reddened, and the tears at the corners of his eyes never fell. "Thank you," he said to Lyra Smith.
"You're welcome," Lyra replied with a smile. "For me, it's just a small matter. But I also hope you can escape and come back safe and sound."
"But the chances of me surviving are slim," Mikel confessed at this moment, no longer hiding anything from Lyra.
In Mikel's view, Lyra was so afraid of death, and if he didn't go, she would be in danger.
So how could Lyra let him put himself in danger?
No matter what he said now, it was no different than speaking in front of his boss.
Lyra's calmness was within Mikel's expectation. He continued, "The boss has already told me clearly about my escape route and how to deal with sudden changes. While I remember these words, I also understand that life and death are unpredictable on the high seas."
"Are you scared?" Lyra asked.
"Yes," Mikel smiled bitterly. "Who wouldn't be afraid when facing death?"
