Gollor gave a furious snort.
"At least you can stop other people from killing," the zombie said, glaring straight ahead.
"That's saving a life."
Kohn gave a bitter smile but did not answer.
"No." The speaker was Tales, which dampened Gollor's urge to argue. "Believe me, zombie."
"That isn't."
Tales shook his head.
"Stopping a killing and saving a life—they look very similar."
Tales said quietly:
"A lot of people also say that if you kill a murderer before he kills, then you've saved the person he was about to murder, and the problem is solved."
"But believe me, Garen."
"They're two different things."
"There's still a world of difference between them."
Gollor did not reply, only sinking into thought on his own.
Just then, Layok's cold laugh rang out.
"Save your goodwill, young masters."
"No one in this world is worth saving, or hopes for your salvation."
The Brotherhood assassin raised a hand toward the surrounding ruined houses.
"Look. This is simply how we live. It has always been this way. It has never needed to change—let alone be saved."
"Arrogant upper-class nobles like you can't save anyone anyway."
Kohn's brow furrowed even more deeply.
"You know, I have a friend, a very good friend. She grew up in a similar environment. When I asked her about it, she also laughed coldly and told me to give up," Kohn said dully to Layok.
"The world is just like this. It has its own structure and its own rules. If I can keep myself clean, that's already good enough."
"Acknowledge the rules, accept the rules, adapt to the rules, use the rules, master the rules. Only then can you rewrite the rules in the future."
Tales clenched his fists. At that moment, the words that came to mind were two