After his circuit through Hell's Gate, Spielberg felt like a completely different person, suddenly possessing a newfound understanding of life and death.
Before, there was no question he was a coward. The Wasteland lay just outside the colossal wall, yet he never dared even to look at it.
Now,
he was more worried about leaving this world with regrets than he was about death itself.
It was best to do what he wanted to do sooner rather than later.
To meet those he wished to meet, he needn't wait until next spring...
Shelter No. 404's browsing room.
Sitting before the Manager of the Alliance, Spielberg looked anxious, though he had mentally prepared himself; his heart still raced a bit.
He had just walked a great distance over snow-covered ground, his boots soaked through as if dipped in water, dirtying the floor here.
Watching Spielberg constantly shifting his posture, Chu Guang couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Don't be nervous, do I look that frightening?"
