Eugene flinched at the sight of Justin's furrowed brow, backing away in fear.
"It—it's not my opinion! This is all because of one of the artisans… just one person!" he stammered.
"Calm down. I know," Justin replied, waving his hand dismissively, then fell into thought. He had expected that there might be someone dissatisfied with the ambiguous middle-ranking title, but a strike? How could anyone's thought process lead to such a drastic conclusion?
"Are there any other artisans supporting this strike?"
"No, it's just him. One person," Eugene quickly answered.
"And no one tried to stop him?"
"Well…" Eugene hesitated, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "My friend and I tried to talk him out of it, but…"
"So, the other two didn't try to stop him," Justin said, completing the thought.
"They didn't support the strike, though," Eugene insisted.
