Emergency meeting

I stood there next to Samil and kept glancing at the operating room's door. I started thinking if I should call myself a hypocrite because I still deeply cared about the lives of those that became precious to me, but at the same time, I didn't leave much thought about all those who had died in front of my eyes. I wondered if that was what those who experience war feel… becoming numb. Perhaps, it was the mind's rational solution. If one person was to care about everyone who died, the suffering heart would kill that person faster than the lost bullet. Still, this situation might have been “normal” for those people standing around me, but it shocked me how quickly I adapted to their cruel world. Was it because of my soul, and what Immara had experienced? After all, Immara's world was much more terrifying and dark than the one I was living in…

Finally, the bed with the unconscious Chairman went out of the operating room and was transported to the intensi