What now? This wasn't just Igor's question; everyone here, fighting alone, harbored doubts.
Besides, Kadi usually asked this type of question, but now the roles were reversed.
The problem Kadi now faced was one he knew intimately, a familiarity as ingrained as eating or drinking, deep in his blood.
In the past, however, he was always the one asking such questions. After all, he wasn't one to overthink things.
But things were different now; Igor had asked *him*. He had to confront this question, one he was particularly familiar with. He used to ask; now he was being asked. This contrast affected Kadi, leaving him temporarily unsure how to react.
"What to do... it seems to be a very important question," Kadi began to mumble to himself. Apparently, this mumbling helped him, as if he could find the answer just by repeating the words.
Perhaps it's a form of psychological comfort.
As for what to do next, Kadi wasn't entirely clueless. But being asked so suddenly, he was stumped.
