"The strong should have the beliefs of the strong, and the weak should have the nobility of the weak... Perhaps this world was meant to be so, but it was not like this from the beginning, because the strong remained aloof."
"I was merely a seeker of truth. That is how I defined myself, not simply encapsulating it as being 'strong.' Therefore, I did not think the destruction of the world was bad; I was even somewhat pleased. Was I doing the right thing?"
"As a fellow strong being, what was the source of your perseverance? I wanted to know the answer to this question."
"..."
Yila rubbed his eyes and sat up from his bed. He looked somewhat troubled at a figure, talking to himself, whose body resembled the night sky full of stars... The other party did not deliberately hide but simply came into his room.
So, the moment the other party appeared, Yila was already awake... And it seemed the other party noticed that, hence the long-winded speech.
