"Thank you, heroes!!!" some of the survivors shouted, bowing toward Kisha, while others rushed to help those who had collapsed back onto their feet.
Kisha only gave a light nod, not taking their words to heart. She had never believed in heroes.
Heroes, in her eyes, sacrificed others for the so-called greater good. She, on the other hand, cared only for the people closest to her, for their greater good. She neither needed thanks nor a crown for what she had done.
After all, it wasn't just her and Duke who carried the weight to save all these people; everyone had fought, everyone had contributed. This was no one-woman feat, but a collective struggle.
And she knew better than to let people place all their hopes on her. Too much reliance would only weaken them and undermine her true goal of forging alliances with other shelters and camps.
