She said, you're a soldier, different from them.
In Belinda Nichols's memory, this was the first time Flossie Wright had directly addressed the topic of being a "soldier".
Without Flossie saying it, no one would know what she really thought about the identity of being a soldier.
Now, she had spoken out.
With such certainty, she affirmed this profession and fundamentally distinguished it from other blood-stained professions.
Lifting her eyes, Becca Reyes stared at her blankly for a long time, then slowly her eyes began to curve into a smile.
"I understand."
Becca Reyes released a breath of relief and spoke with a sense of ease.
"I'll go first," Flossie withdrew her gaze and walked towards the door, pausing slightly as she opened it, glancing sideways at the two lying in the beds, "Remember to have regular psychological counseling."
Blinking, Becca Reyes watched her disappear at the door, belatedly responding with an "Oh..."