"You mean... no matter how perfectly I behave, even if I never release any Yoki, I'll inevitably be purged in the end, right?"
After hearing how the Organization treated its Warriors, Teresa's brow remained tightly furrowed.
Why did she so rarely release her power?
Wasn't it precisely to reduce the transplanted cells' encroachment on the human part of her body?
By doing so, she conveyed to the Organization that she would neither awaken nor lose control, ensuring she could keep killing Yoma indefinitely.
Yet now, someone had suddenly told Teresa that however well she behaved, however brilliantly she did her job, she would soon be sent on blatantly suicidal missions, or even surrounded and attacked by a Subjugation Team assembled by the Organization's own leadership.
It would have been strange if she hadn't felt any anger.
Allen nodded meaningfully. "Exactly! The longer you live, the more you know. That's something the Organization has always been deeply wary of. So whenever Warriors uncover its hidden secrets or begin questioning its motives, they're swiftly eliminated. If I remember correctly, you were Warrior number 182 of the Organization's seventy-seventh class, weren't you? Of the more than ten thousand Warriors who graduated from the seventy-six classes before yours, has even one lucky soul survived to this day? The answer is no. If that ironclad fact doesn't demonstrate how ruthlessly the Organization conducts its purges, I really don't know what would. Besides, do you really think the Organization is an enemy of Yoma and Awakened Beings, as it appears on the surface?"
"What do you mean?" Teresa narrowed her eyes and pressed him.
She had never felt much loyalty toward the Organization in the first place. Faced with so many facts and so much evidence, she naturally had no qualms about questioning its true purpose.