"Blake." Miller's voice was as solid as a rock, instantly cutting off his companion's words.
He slowly stood up, his eyes, having endured countless Abyss explorations, swept over each team member.
"You are all my comrades who've been through life and death with me, you should know when to make the right judgment."
His words were short and powerful, each word striking the hearts of the team members like a hammer:
"In the Abyss, letting emotions rule is deadlier than any monster or curse. If Mr. Ron says he needs to act alone, then he certainly has his reasons."
Miller's gaze finally rested on Ron, full of trust:
"We are neither babysitters nor burdens. Since he resolutely chose this path, we must give corresponding trust."
Camilla placed the last Healing Potion into the Storage Bag.
"At least..." she turned to Ron, "at least take the emergency flare. If you really encounter a situation you can't handle..."
