Whoever will ultimately shake the mortal world with their voice must long endure self-imposed silence. Whoever will ultimately ignite the lightning must long wander like a cloud. My time has not yet come; some are born only after they die.
—— Friedrich Nietzsche
When doubt presses heavily on one's heart, everyone considers it a big problem.
But when someone breaks through that barrier, these big problems suddenly seem trivial.
Arthur, far from being angry as they had imagined, did not even defend his actions. He casually removed his white gloves and tossed them onto the table: "Giuseppe, thank you for bringing this issue to me. I've actually been wanting to answer it, but Alexander never gave me the chance. He never asked, so I couldn't answer. This made it seem like we were both thieves."
"So... did you really kill many people?"
