Delivering Gift (1)

Ronan nodded, and with that, Medeia and Lucian stepped out of the room, heading toward the cafeteria to check on the soldiers.

Most of them still looked a little out of it, but at least they weren't panicking anymore. Some even managed small conversations, slowly settling into their new surroundings. Even the soldier who had turned into the Lost showed no signs of slipping into despair again.

Medeia let out a sharp sigh. "Men will always be men." She clicked her tongue. "Just look at those morons, grinning like fools the moment they're surrounded by women, but the second they woke up and saw another guy, they nearly lost their damn minds."

Lucian let out a quiet chuckle. "Maybe it's because most of the bastards they've dealt with before were men. So now, they're naturally on edge around them." 

His voice turned thoughtful. "But women … I'm not saying they're incapable of cruelty, but in a world like this, they've always been the ones who suffer the most."