She wanted to save many, many people, those who could be called the people.
"A decade to hone a sword, we can't 'defend our homes and the nation' right now because we're not qualified yet."
Seeing her disappointed expression, Stuart Weston couldn't wait to say something.
But—
After a few words, the rest stopped at Becca Reyes's fading eyes.
He was not yet qualified to speak some truths.
He and her were the same, having just joined the military not long ago, without much experience.
He suddenly realized that he couldn't persuade her.
"I'll go to the cooking class for a bit."
Forcing a smile, Becca Reyes waved her hand and turned towards the cooking class.
"Becca..."
He opened his mouth, wanting to call after her, but ultimately didn't shout out.
He couldn't do it.
Even if he did call her back, what could he tell her?
