"Haah," Eliot gasped, taking a third, deep breath. This time, however, color had returned to the world.
Above him, the sky was a clear, brilliant blue.
"I was right after all," he thought, and then he closed his eyes, savoring the moment.
[Eliot]
"Yes?"
[What you did was foolish and rash! What if your theory was wrong?!]
"It wasn't wrong, was it? The results are clear."
[The results?! You risked your life when chances of being wrong and dying was greater than 10%, you could have died!]
'I would have died all the same if I had remained in that monochromatic world,' he countered silently.
[Do you truly value your life so little? To gamble it away without the slightest hesitation?]
"Don't make a big fuss about it. I didn't die, did I?" he responded, opening his eyes and sitting up.
[Don't you understand? You committed an action that was guaranteed to be fatal without the tiniest bit of hesitation.]
