"sorry."
Notar was looking at Seleu, or maybe he was looking somewhere else. His pupils began to dilate slightly and tears flowed from his eye sockets, mixing with the blood remaining on his face, making his already bad appearance even worse.
"I should have been prepared, I should have been fearless, I should have sent you to the end of the world."
He continued speaking and blaming himself, as if it were his final confession.
Seleu ignored him. She only knew that Lorenzo asked her to keep an eye on Notar. She only knew that Notar was the captain and the ship still needed him.
But her efforts were in vain. Bandaging was useless and was just a little psychological comfort. Large amounts of blood flowed out of Notar's body. His body became colder and his muscles became stiff.
The successive hardships have tortured the mortal's will and left it full of scars. He has no strength to continue holding on. No matter how hard Seleu tries, he cannot keep him.
"Compared to you, I am really ashamed."
Notar felt the most painful pain he had ever felt. He was a soldier, a soldier who was determined to die, but in the end he was not even as good as a little girl.
Being afraid to move forward, he ended up like this.
Seleu looked at Notar calmly, now he was silent.
Notar's consciousness fell into confusion, and his body, which was eroded and shrouded, gradually became alienated. Seleu raised his hand, holding the Florend potion. This might allow Notar to hold on for a few more seconds, but what after that
His hands were suspended in the air, and the stalemate lasted for a long time.
Finally, Seleu put away the Florend potion, rubbed Notar's terrible face with both hands, and smoothed out his frown with force.
She hadn't spent much time with the captain, and they hadn't even spoken a few words to each other, but when Notar cried and apologized to her, Seleu felt a little strange, and she couldn't explain why.
"Why not try to save him?"
Clough asked from the side. He didn't know much about the Purge Agency, but he knew the effect of the potion. If it was used on Notar... maybe...
"Why bother?"
Seleu slowly stood up and looked at Notar, as if she remembered something.
"This place is already hell for him. Death is the real relief. Why drag him back to hell? Notar has done enough."
Seleu sat back in the corner. She looked at the body that was gradually getting colder, and her mind became confused.
The captain of the Morning Advance died. At this critical moment, Seleu thought about it and realized that she had no solution. Like many people, she had limited abilities and was just an ordinary mortal. She also thought about looking for Lorenzo, but this kind of communication in her mind was only one-way.
They had just resolved one crisis, and in this brief period of calm, a bigger crisis came.
Who will control the Morning Advance
No one responded.
No one thinks about these things, as if if they don't think about them, they don't exist, deceiving themselves.
At this time, Garlon stood up, held the steering wheel with both hands, and controlled it based on his experience.