Wen Xishu needed to show a little swagger, because he felt this game had looked down on him.
First, he had chosen the Majority. Second, he had no hidden option. Without Three-Phase Power, he would have been utterly useless right now.
Blind Man said very frankly, "You don't need to give me hope. I don't need that sort of thing, and you don't need to worry about me."
"Once the door opens, just leave on your own."
Wen Xishu said:
"Do you have any assets in the Three Towers?"
Blind Man was a little puzzled:
"No. Why are you asking?"
Wen Xishu shook his head first, but then remembered the other man couldn't see, so he said:
"Then even your death has no value. I have a suggestion. Here's what we'll do: take this axe."
"There are two ways to die in this world. One is to go get yourself killed, but there's absolutely no need to die in the Three Towers. Where can't you get yourself killed?"
"If you really want to die, I recommend the second way: just keep swinging the axe as you go. Kill one and you break even, kill two and you come out ahead, kill three and I'll call you the Sunglasses God of War."
Blind Man's expression remained neither sad nor happy:
"Do you want me to do that so I can provide you with some value?"
What must this man have experienced to have absolutely no desire to live?
Wen Xishu said:
"It's only a suggestion. I don't save people who won't save themselves, so let's split up. If we meet again later, we can make other arrangements then."
Wen Xishu gave Blind Man the axe.
Perhaps sensing the other man's respect-a respect that treated him as an equal-Blind Man actually took