"You sold out the Menak Dynasty."
"Didn't you?"
Qin Mo stated a truth that had long since become an undeniable consensus between them.
Szarekh did not respond as fluently as before. After two seconds of silence, he finally said, "In your terms, yes, that was what I did. The thoughts of creatures with souls are difficult to fathom, but don't tell me you are now thinking about how pitiful the Menak Dynasty is."
"I have no pity for the Menak Dynasty, but your actions truly leave me incredulous," Qin Mo said. "You sold out those you trusted most, and who trusted you, just to make one of your schemes succeed?"
Szarekh's skull bobbed up and down.
"Disgusting behavior," Qin Mo said. "I will not abandon the Kasa Dynasty as you abandoned the Menak Dynasty. This casual betrayal of your own people for profit is what I hate most."
"Why?" Szarekh spread his hands. "Do you truly see yourself as the C'tan known as The Forger? Do you feel pity and favoritism toward the Kasa Dynasty, a slave dynasty that worships you? And has that pity and favoritism outweighed the feelings you have always held for humanity?"
"I have spent less than a day with this dynasty, so I do not have much attachment to them either. If we assume the most extreme situation—if I had to choose between the Kasa Dynasty and those who once followed me—I would choose the latter," Qin Mo replied.
Szarekh raised his head and looked at the stars overhead.
It seemed to be pondering something.
When it lowered its head again, it seemed to have reached an answer, then let out a cold chuckle. "Heh heh heh..."
"You are merely a god who looks down upon all living things because of the great power you