<div class="floatleft">(https://static.miraheze.org/allthetropeswiki/2/22/Lumeng-dw7art_3001.jpg)</div><br/>Was he wrong about her? Cervantes pondered when her body reacted more a morale shattered captive then a proud general. He would need to investigate at the very least learn more on what has been transpiring further inland. Such curiosity was brushed aside, no, his people were meant to be near water. The salt of the sea and the winds of the goddess of storms was their world and they would never trade it for some land locked country.<br/><br/>“That is weakness, the very opposite of survival. The weak die and the strong thrive.” He shared his personal thoughts on the matter. “A weak clen should die not sacrifice the lives of their strong in order to preserve it.” Cervantes continued.<br/><br/>The smile from his lips faded as she asked if he would do the same. “I am not the only one of my father’s children, nor were we the rulers of the Yunar before we arrived on Shindo. “Your sense of honor is admirable general.” The boats began to drift into the waters, the crew all around them jumped into action to return to the ocean.<br/><br/>He finally released her face and motioned for her to continue following him to her new cell/quarters.<br/>