Above the sky.
Heisenberg revealed a satisfied smile.
He reached down and pointed below, then turned his head and asked,
"Rorschach has always been like this—so stubborn, so aloof, so resolute."
"Indeed."
Doctor Manhattan's detached voice came from beside him.
"Even now, I feel that the appearance of my power was far too fortunate. I was a stroke of luck born from some unimaginable probability.
Hero, god—such words are not titles I believe I deserve.
If anyone deserves such words, or possesses such qualifications,
Then in my view, both of the people below do!"
"Both..."
Hearing Doctor Manhattan's words, Heisenberg fell silent for a moment before smiling bitterly.
"Yes, you're right. They both deserve it.
War has never been a product of politics, nor is it merely an accumulation of anger.
At its core, war is a supplement for the deformed hearts humanity develops through prolonged peace.
War is also a necessary means of making countless people who have forgotten the taste of pain remember it again and understand basic contentment.
War is especially such a supplement.
When people are too far removed from war, they dare to mock and casually discuss the destruction and sacrifice of countless families.
Human nature without darkness is incomplete as well.
Ultimately, after prolonged peace, war is a necessary means for humanity to continue advancing and developing."
"Yes, Lord Heisenberg, war has always been like this.
That is why, even while standing at the edge of war, I would rather participate in it myself and personally kill countless lives than completely eliminate the roots of war.
Because perhaps I can stop it for a time, but I can never stop it forever.
So when Pharaoh King placed his plan above my head, I neither stopped him nor tried to persuade him otherwise.
At least