[There's a lot of things they both didn't want to recall. His eyes shut tight, his fist tightening as his posture grows more rigid.]

But what can we do? If we wait, more people will die!

[There's a sharp, shaky exhale as his hands start to tremble. His tone was clearly frustrated.] It's just-- you hear them, don't you? I can't stand not being able to do anything about this. I don't want to see more people dying because I couldn't...

[He trails off, falling silent as he lifts a hand over his face. Deeply, he inhales.]