The Village Chief could hardly stand, needing support from others.
He looked up at the sky, and reflected in his pupils was the silhouette of a maroon figure. "If only we had gone to the broadcast earlier and stayed at the large Sanctuary, preserving humanity's last hope, perhaps today would never have come."
The villagers' faces were bleak, yet they held no blame. This was their respected Village Chief.
"Village Chief, please don't speak any further. Focus on healing. Staying was a decision made by all of us, and besides, we, and generations before us, have lived here. Who's to say that leaving for the large Sanctuary would guarantee our safety?"
"Indeed. We honor the teachings of our ancestors, respecting and integrating with nature. Staying here was what each of us wished for. If there's anyone to blame, it's only that we weren't strong enough. Every time, you've risked your life for us."
The villagers were silent.