"Yes, they're nothing but heathens. Like the men who held you all captive. They don't deserve any happiness or mercy or love or pity, only judgment. And it is our duty to see to it that they are judged well, and to make sure innocents like you end up being happy."
These words hit Lana like a sledgehammer. So she wasn't the one who was in the wrong. It was they. Her dreams, they were flawed. Since she made room for people like those men in her plans for a better world, it was greatly in error. As the woman just said, she couldn't save everyone. But she could save only the good ones.
So that was what made her so different from them. They were...
"Lady, are you per chance, a hero?" she asked her as her voice shook in her presence.
The woman paused, not responding for a while. She suddenly got nervous, perhaps she had said something wrong to her.
"Pfft," the woman suddenly let out.
"Eh?" she let out a surprised look.
