Sometimes they felt quite pitiful, not knowing what they were doing at all, not knowing what they were doing it for, not knowing what their purpose in coming to this world was. In fact, what they were doing now, coming to this deserted island, was indeed for others.
They never had a moment for themselves, never had a moment where they fought for themselves. They felt they were truly pitiful, but what good does it do?
Anyone can say they're pitiful, except them. Because they know everything is the result of their own choices, and they can't blame others.
"We've been circling around here, done so many things, gained so much, but what can we give in return? You don't even want to break through the Array, so how do you plan to get out? Don't you feel your so-called words are nothing but fairy tales?"
