Deka took a few moments to contemplate every word she heard. She was trying not to break down, thinking that she had failed miserably in her role as the new leader of this group. She thought the death of her comrades meant that she had done them wrong.
But, the reality was that the trip itself was a suicide and the chances of survival had been eerily low. She had forgotten that this decision came because there were no other options to begin with. Staying in that cold weather until the flood subsides and the help arrives would be imminent death.
No one in that squad could survive that harsh weather for long. This trip was their only way out of that horrifying situation. In a sense, the fact there were still five people alive was quite good all things considered.
'I… He's right…' Deka frowned. 'I can't expect to save everyone… I'm far too weak for that. I need to focus on saving as many as possible until we make it home.' She mused.
