Simizu-chan was glad to get out of the wilderness, even if it was just to another wilderness. This promised that she would soon be given some task that (as she habitually muttered to herself) should be, after all, a good one. She couldn't work too much; she couldn't go back to the task of cleansing her heart.
But for now, they were being pursued by dangers and misfortunes for absolutely no reason. Nothing new, though.
— I suggest we leave him here and move on, — Sawano Keiji offered this idea quite calmly, but he probably expected that this simple phrase, despite the intense cold, would ignite a fierce fire within the group.
— Think about what you're saying and what you're suggesting, — Tachiki Rikiya clearly couldn't accept this option, — we'll leave him here, he'll die!
— Besides, due to the storm, our visibility is very limited, and the only thing we can rely on without a guide is to move blindly, — added Iguchi Katsuhiko.
— Well, we'll move blindly, but with a load on our backs, — Keiji replied in the same calm tone.
— With a COMRADE on our backs, — Kawahara Ren corrected him.
— It's up to you. At least it's not just a heavy burden, but a hot one. Perhaps its high temperature will help us not to freeze to death when we're drowning in the snow, ha-ha.
— I'll shove these words back down your throat.
Tachiki Rikiya couldn't restrain himself and reached for his weapon; Keiji responded in kind.
— Enough! The death of any of us will reduce the chances of the rest of us surviving. My proposal is this: whoever is willing to carry him, let them carry him in turns. Until they get tired. We'll do what we can; if we can't save Ito, then... What can we do? But we'll try. I also believe that it's more important for us to find shelter and make a fire than to reach the base. To warm up, warm up Ito, and wait out the storm. Do you agree?