Chapter 223: The Spoils
When his old friend posed the question, Dr. Lute fell into deep thought. As time passed, his expression grew increasingly twisted, as if he were wrestling with his conscience.
What should they do now?
He felt a flicker of resentment toward his friend for forcing him to confront such a dilemma.
Lute had always been a clever, rational man, yet in the face of death, he was no different from anyone else. Seeing his friend’s contorted face, Reggie found it oddly amusing; the dark mood that had gripped him began to lift.
“Lute, since the enemy possesses intelligence, do you think it’s possible to communicate with them?” Reggie asked.
The question struck Lute like lightning, jolting him to his senses. Though he had acknowledged their intelligence in words, he had subconsciously categorized them as mindless beasts.
But if they truly were intelligent, communication had to be a possibility.
“What’s your plan?” Lute asked.
“Demonstrate our value and buy time. Do you remember what I said about reinforcements possibly arriving sooner than expected? If we can delay things, we might actually survive until help arrives.”