"Count Bastia threw you over to us like garbage, and then incited you to cause trouble as you did, hoping to use my hands to kill you."
Lance looked at the refugees, and their reaction showed no shock at these words.
There was no hatred for the Earl, nor any gratitude towards him; instead, there was a sense of numbness.
They appeared indifferent, as if Lance's shouted words had nothing to do with them.
Indeed, didn't they know they were discriminated against, loathed, and resented?
They knew. They've experienced too much of this on their journey, but they simply have no power to choose.
To put it bluntly, they weren't sure if they'd live to see the sun tomorrow. Talking to them about this was less useful than serving them a meal.
Lance had a lot to say. He wanted to guide these refugees to vent their emotions against Count Bastia and make them grateful to Hamlet.
But seeing them like this, he merely pursed his lips and let out a slightly helpless sigh.
