When Yao Yuan arrived at first floor, most of the 120,000 people had already been gathered there. It was incredibly crowded. Guang Zhen’s team was busy patrolling, handing out bandages. The fallen debris coupled with the trampled tents and broken appliances lent the place the look of a refugee camp.
The faces of the many soldiers and citizens lit up with hope when they saw Yao Yuan. Many who had been sitting languidly on the floor stood up involuntarily as they parted the way for Yao Yuan to pass through. The black-star close guards moved to huddle behind Yao Yuan.
Yao Yuan was suffused with an inexplicable feeling as he moved through the expectant crowd.
(Is this what you meant by responsibility? Just like how I’ve been leading the Black Stars, now I have to lead the last remnants of humanity as we struggle through space in search of a new home? This is one hell of responsibility… One that I’m not sure I could keep on bearing…)
