'How pathetic.'
Vale didn't rage. He didn't ball up his fist, scream out, dig his nails into his obliques, no… He simply resigned himself to his failure.
Allowing Mias' plan was a mistake. But it was a mistake he wouldn't dare take back. For he felt it was a correct mistake.
By sacrificing the few, he could save the many.
Was that not a good trade-off?
In a world of numbers, it absolutely was.
But put a name to each individual number. Then, go and tell that named individual to die. And watch them happily accept without question.
Vale was upset that he'd be ordering his warriors to die, but more so, he knew his warriors would gladly go along with such a plan. They'd die for him without a second thought. Perhaps even with a smile on their face that their master saw a use in their life.
All for what?
'So I can protect the others I care more about? End this war sooner?'
Hypocritical…
