Pekoms flew into a rage. "Are you insulting me? Do you think I'd endure humiliation and cling to life just to collect my comrades' bodies?"
Jazz shook his head. "I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. Have you considered that after your comrades die, there won't even be anyone to collect their bodies, while you're here determined to die? That would be the greatest insult to them. They wouldn't even be able to rest in peace after death, and it would all be because of you!"
As a member of the Mink Tribe, Pekoms could not wrap his head around Jazz's twisted logic for a moment. On one hand, he wanted to fight bravely here and earn himself a reputation for dying unyieldingly. On the other, he did not want to bear the blame of disgracing his comrades.
Looking at Pekoms's baffled expression, Jazz slowly said, "So tell us this worthless piece of information, then take your comrades' bodies and leave. We'll kill one less person and lessen our sins by quite a bit. It's the best of both worlds!"
The people around them all glanced over. They had already killed so many people—what difference would one more or one less make? Lessening their sins? Did this group have few sins to begin with?
Pekoms struggled inwardly for quite some time. He truly could not decide whether ensuring his comrades had someone to collect their bodies was more important, or whether his pride as a man mattered more. Besides, what did it mean that the other side suddenly wanted to let him go?
"Go on," Jazz coaxed. "Though we are enemies, enemies do not necessarily have to fight to the death. There is always a way for both sides to find a path to coexistence."
Even Shiryu could not