[ Does he want compensation? The assurance makes Wen Kexing quiet at least a bit as he chews on that. Technically he really has no use for anything from the people here, but the principle of being used still rubs him the wrong way despite that. Somehow, the calm suggestion from Dostoevsky does help. He draws a short breath and huffs, settling into a dry satisfaction that someone else agrees with his ranting. ]

What should we do? You mean rob them? They don't have anything good.

[ At least he got to complain, though. That's something. ]

Maybe I'll keep some flowers. You said they could be useful? Maybe there are plants that we can use.

[ Surely Zhou Zishu at least could turn them into something. ]

Do you like tea that much? You'll crawl willingly through the dirt for the promise of it?