The feeling of being at the end of one's rope.
Gawain didn't speak for a moment.
But he roughly understood what Selena meant and could comprehend the mindset of those priests seven hundred years ago who miraculously survived the Great Impact, struggling in the shadows of madness and mutation, with their mental pillars completely collapsed, unable even to return to the civilized world.
Just like the last moment before he crossed over, when the plane began to disintegrate; like when he came to this world, trapped in the sky with a satellite perspective for countless years. In such circumstances, any person, given any slight hope, even without any promise or evidence, would be moved instinctively, just like a drowning person instinctively grabbing at a straw drifting by.
Moreover, those priests and devotees of the past endured both mental and spiritual pollution and torture, with their judgment and willpower already reduced to the lowest point.
