Having witnessed what happened to Collin. Seeing Noah creating another sphere of equal proportions caused the others to stir. Then, quietly, a whisper came from the crowd.
"We're going to die…"
No one knew who said it, no one cared to point them out either, because in their hearts they felt the same way.
Morale was declining. There was only so much loyalty to expect from those who were bought with material means, and Vincent understood that. Witnessing true despair for the first time subjected him to do everything he could think of to stay alive. Now he had to do something to salvage this.
He didn't focus on Burke's strange actions, fumbling with his breast pocket all this time, finally retrieving it, clutching it within the palm of both of his hands as if it was his ticket to salvation.
No, Vincent's focus was on something else entirely. All this time, the menacing stare Noah held had never been directed at the crowd, the soldiers, or even Collin.
