One of the other soldiers, a heavyset man with a thick brow, speaks up. "Fuck that. There'll be other chances. If we have to, we can go back to the battlefield, there are plenty of demons and monsters that don't go bad easy. The God of Death pretty much sterilises an area with it's presence, I heard." A couple of other soldiers grunt in agreement, while another suggests a rumor he heard that the God of Death actually causes everything near him to rot. Unsurprisingly, there wasn't much concrete data on the Old Gods, and what little of it there was was hidden in rumors and superstition.
"We have to go out there." Johnathan finally spoke up, nodding both to Zelos and to Jacque. "I invited you men here, risking my family and children. It is a risk which is justified, I believe. However, I can ask none of you to fight if you don't wish to. I don't believe I can be of much use myself, having never fired a gun in my life, but if I find a weapon, I'll do what I can." The soldier's grumblingly acknowledged this, as they stepped aside, leaving the path clear. It was now completely up to Zelos and Jacque whether or not to proceed outside.