Tiffany could feel Lance's gesture of goodwill, but her attention was immersed in the question he raised, and she fell into contemplation.
"To make them able to fight and willing to fight, we must remove their concerns for the future. So I provide them with security, honor them, and offer them tangible material rewards. Only then will those people cast aside their worries and dare to fight, because fighting for me is fighting for themselves.
But do you know how much that costs? It's a terrifying figure. For those who die, I have to support their children; for those injured, I have to treat them; for the disabled, I even have to support them for a lifetime."
Seeing her troubled look, Lance understood what she was thinking and spoke before she could.
"You're wondering why not just fire them and recruit healthy people, aren't you?"
Tiffany lifted her head to look at Lance, seemingly surprised that he had guessed her thoughts.
