The atmosphere inside the prison cell was somewhat somber, as Alya, standing behind the crowd, looked anxiously at Deep who was locked up.
"Captain, this idea wasn't conceived by any single personality—it was a collective decision from all three of us. If you need to blame someone, blame the three of us," Deep's voice sounded remarkably calm.
Charles's expression was solemn as he looked at his sailor chief, "I know the real Deep would have informed me if he planned to do something like this, so it must have been one of the other two personalities who came up with the idea, right?"
After speaking, he turned his head to look back at Finn Gant, "I'm sorry to trouble you."
The white-bearded Finn smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I've dealt with this kind of situation before. The second time will be much faster."
