In the moment Dante spoke this sentence, his complexion was extremely ugly, his jaw muscles tight; this plight of being trapped in a situation beyond his control plunged him into endless self-blame.
Like a beast locked in an iron cage, he could cooperate to let his tribesmen interact and integrate with the Bloodsucking Bat tribe, only hoping the Bloodsucking Bat tribe could be a bit more tolerant toward his tribesmen in the future.
All of this was just to survive, so that Tania and the elderly and weak would not starve to death. So what if it wasn't honorable and upright? The beast world had always been this cruel; the weak must submit to the strong.
"Alright, then you guys play the role of bystanders well, don't let pity get yourselves killed." Rowan actually knew that when the time came, their tribe absolutely could not just stand by with folded arms watching old friends be slaughtered.
