David's report was directly submitted to Air Force One, waking up Nett from his sleep with a series of urgent knocks. In his groggy state, he felt a trace of irritation, which quickly turned into relief.
Relief that he was able to open his eyes this day, to feel anger; emotions like dissatisfaction are ones only the living can possess.
After all, no one knows what it's like to be in a soul state.
Nett struggled to rise, speaking weakly: "Come in."
The door was opened, and light from outside invaded the bedroom. The Secretary of State strode forward, his hair neatly combed, dressed in a fitting suit, assisting Nett in getting up with difficulty.
This kind gesture seemed considerate, but to Nett, it was somewhat annoying; he wanted to shake off the other's hand but understood that without such help, it's hard for him to get up smoothly.
This is the sorrow brought by aging and also the sorrow of a nation.
