Lin Jingjing walked over, put an arm around her shoulder, and pulled her against her chest to comfort her. "Yes," she said. "They will all go to hell."
"If the people from the Empire don't send them to hell, then we will."
'Having a large population doesn't give anyone the right to waste lives like this. It doesn't mean people can be treated this way.'
'Everyone has the right to decide how they live in this galaxy. Only they can decide whether they live or die.'
'No one has the right to make that decision for someone else.'
In the quiet room, the only sound was the sniffling of the small group.
It was clear they were all deeply grieved.
CRACK—
The sound of shattering glass rang out, followed by water splashing onto the floor.
The loud noise immediately drew their attention.
The five of them looked over to see a nearby glass container shattered, its fluid spilled across the floor. The woman who had been inside was now standing outside the broken vessel.
