Despite everything they had just told him, all Lancet could hear was:
'Keep the heroines anchored. That's your only job.'
It made him feel a little hollow. He was just a conduit, a flesh-and-blood battery pack to ferry the real deals onto the battlefield. The real deals that he himself created.
Lancet also knew one thing for real. Humans always acted this way so he didn't think there was going to be an exception this time.
After this mission, they would continue asking him to do this. They would invite him to more missions just so they could have Astensia and Thor fight for them. Then, the moment he became an inconvenience, they would start looking for ways to get to Astensia and Thor without needing him.
Lancet clenched his jaw, swallowing the insult. He decided to allow it this time. The town of Hebthej actually needs help.
"I understand," Lancet said flatly. The excitement he had was gone.
