'I'll Think About It'

"Why should we?"

'Is he... serious? Florian thought, the question echoing in his mind. His lips pressed into a thin line as he fought the urge to frown. He took a steadying breath, forcing himself to keep his tone measured, calm. "We were going there because they needed help, right? Shouldn't we still... help them?"

"And risk danger again?" Heinz replied, arching a brow in that effortless, condescending way that made Florian's stomach churn.

Florian clenched his fists behind his back. "You're more aware now—more careful," he countered, his voice firmer this time. "I'm sure news has already spread about what happened. No one would dare try something again, not after—" He faltered, his words catching in his throat. "Or... or you could send relief to them. They—"