"I'm not scared!"
Ryan tried to stay tough, but the forced bravado made Lance want to laugh. However, he chose not to tear down the child's "dignity" and instead turned to ask the others.
"And you?"
"Scared. Scared of getting hurt, and even more scared of dying. When I saw that person charging over, I even thought about running away," Joan, an honest child who was perhaps too straightforward, wouldn't lie to the Lord.
Lance looked at those students who were less vocal but likely held the same sentiments, and then he nodded.
"That's exactly the feeling of killing someone, which proves that we are normal people, not some crazed Heretics.
You think soldiers in the army aren't scared? To say they aren't is a lie. They're not the only ones; I'm afraid too. Killing makes me feel nauseous. But even when we are afraid, even when disgusted, there are things we must do.
