Ultimately, Glenn was thinking about her well-being.
"I have a question."
Flossie Wright took a step back, freeing herself from Glenn's grasp.
She kept a safe distance from Glenn.
Glenn remained silent, waiting for her question.
"If during a mission, you suddenly find that your ideals conflict with the mission, would you choose to obey or disobey?" Flossie raised her eyebrow lightly and asked this question calmly.
This was the first time she tentatively sought the answer to that question.
And whether she could stay or accept Glenn depended on the answer behind it.
"Obey."
With a frown, Glenn looked at her calmly and uttered these two words.
"Why?" Flossie suddenly laughed.
That slight smile left no trace, but on that exquisite face, it became even colder.
"I am the Captain."
With deep, unfathomable eyes, Glenn stated in a level tone.
