"Vizet, have you thought this through?" Beyond respect, Odin's eyes held a measure of concern.
"We once walked this path. We firmly supported 'change,' yet we had to face our companions' lack of understanding, or even deeper doubts."
"What Miklantikutli and the others said once caused us immense pain. Even now, that pain has not faded in the slightest."
"When the ideals you put forward and the gifts you offer are misunderstood, met with hostility, and taken as proof of arrogance, can you truly remain completely unaffected?"
"Or rather..." He sighed, his voice growing lower. "Can you truly avoid worrying about, avoid paying attention to... those voices that do not understand you?"
"Of course, I can't completely manage that." Vizet answered frankly. "I have never considered myself exceptionally strong, someone who cannot be shaken by outside influences."
"I know very well what kind of person I am. Some things make me sad, while others make me angry."
"Even while researching magic, I occasionally grow tired. If I said I did not care at all, that would truly be deceiving myself."
"As for whether anyone can understand me..." He smiled slightly. "I have thought about that too."
"So I will not live by vague notions. I hope to see a more brilliant future, but I will not dwell on it every moment. It is simply too grand a matter!"
"I will focus on the small things. Those are what drive me forward. After all, I have friends and people I care about. When I encounter difficulties, they come to me of their own accord and help me without hesitation."
"Like what happened in the Paris Region last year. Even though what I planned to do was dangerous, once they learned the truth, not a single one of them chose to back