"Damn it!"
Joel rushed forward and pounded heavily on the door in front of him—but, as expected, there was no response.
Behind him, the girls watched Joel's helpless figure, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Mr. Duanmu, should we do something?"
"Do what?"
Hearing Mary's question, Duanmu Huai turned to look at her. She fell silent for a moment.
"I... I don't know either, but... is this really the right thing to do?"
"Of course."
Duanmu Huai nodded.
"It's obvious that Ellie knows her Destiny. She never mentioned it to us along the way, which means she has already made her choice. As an Inquisitor, I admire her spirit of sacrifice. Beyond that, at least regarding this matter, there's nothing I need to do."
"But Mr. Joel doesn't seem to see it that way."
"I saw that too."
Watching Joel desperately pound on the door, Duanmu Huai's expression darkened slightly. He had more or less figured out the core problem of this world.
Joel didn't want Ellie to die.
That was perfectly normal, actually. Although Duanmu Huai hadn't spent that long with them, it was clear that the two of them had developed some feelings for each other.
But...
"Damn it!"
When he still couldn't open the door, Joel angrily swung his fist, then turned and walked over to Duanmu Huai.
"You'll help me, right? Didn't you say there was something wrong with the Salvation Army?"
"I did say that. But if what they said is true, and Ellie really is the only hope for rescuing humanity in this world, then I won't stop them."
"Why not?"
"Because the Inquisition's goal is to protect humanity!"
Duanmu Huai reached out, grabbed Joel, and lifted him into the air.
"Sacrificing Ellie to save all of humanity is perfectly reasonable! If