He unlocked the seals to confront Dusk head-on.
...These words sounded like those of an ignorant and fearless Fool, yet also reminiscent of Don Quixote charging at the windmill monsters.
Director Saran quietly watched Russell, her pupils trembling slightly, her lips slightly curling up.
She wanted to smile, but ultimately, she couldn't bring herself to do so.
Because she had felt another kind of profound sorrow about Destiny...
"After all, how is this choice any different from you 'Suicide Faction'?"
Russell looked out at the sunlit world outside the window and whispered.
The young man with emerald green pupils quietly observed Saran; his calm eyes were like emerald gemstones.
Minister Cuique reached out to hold Russell's hand, her index finger slowly tracing a path across the palm of his hand.
"It's still different."
Saran shook her head, her face bearing a unique expression of sorrow and pain known only to a lucid being of wisdom.
