Lost understood that it was the unending tides of Calamity, especially the Calamity Suns that was keeping them relatively safe, and if they were to fall, this army of golden giants would only last for a few moments before they would all perish.
The progress of the road had passed the halfway point and Lost had already come to the inevitable conclusion that they would soon begin to take losses, it was inevitable at this point.
He growled inside his heart, "Not if I have anything to do with it."
Lost could still feel the resonance inside his spirit, the remnants of Rowan's cry as he proclaimed that he wanted no one else to die for him, and now that he knew the truth that the Rowan he knew was just a Reflection and that his actions might not entirely represent who the main body of Rowan was in its entirety, he still wanted to follow the wishes of the man who consoles him as he cried after the battle.