They brought the dead bodies with them, unable to leave the people they cherished behind.
Watching them go, with Don glancing back in hesitation, Apollo waved his hand at them.
Letting out a sigh, he looked up at the light blue sky. Clouds drifted slowly, rays of sunlight passing through. The sky remained untouched by the turmoil below.
"Big Chub, your troubles are endless," Apollo muttered with a smile. "But I've already deemed you as my friend, and I'll help you, even when you're on the other side."
Big Chub was one of the reasons Apollo decided to help, but the other was tied to his second mission. He couldn't just cultivate in his beggar spot; he needed to make progress. Involving himself in the Slumstreet situation was the perfect opportunity to move forward.
Apollo glanced at the spot where the captain had fallen. The man was already back on his feet, shaking his head to clear the dizziness.