"Then, Theseus, do you understand now?" Thaumas asked.
"Why? Thaumas, tell me, is this really justice?"
Theseus stared blankly at the sleeping Asterius and fell into deep thought.
Thaumas knew what Theseus meant.
All along, Theseus had walked a path devoted to upholding his own justice.
His journey had been one of karma.
Those who knocked others down with clubs would be knocked down with clubs.
Those who fed others to giant sea turtles would be fed to the turtles themselves.
Until now, he had always maintained a positive, optimistic attitude as he subdued villains and monsters.
Theseus, the hero destined from birth, had now been left with a fatal wound in his heart.
He wavered constantly between justice and evil, no longer even understanding what he himself sought.
The people Theseus had punished had all seemed like wicked villains without a shred of kindness—at least, that was what he had seen.
But Asterius had shown Theseus that even bad people had their own suffering, their own difficulties, and their own goodness.
Theseus asked in confusion:
"Thaumas, do bad people truly deserve to die? Are they truly nothing but pure evil?"
"As for that question, I can answer it. Bad people deserve to die. If he doesn't die, should I? He blocked my path. Our positions determined that we stood against each other."
Thaumas spoke firmly.
"What do you mean, Thaumas? I don't understand," Theseus said absentmindedly.
Sigh, if Thaumas hadn't been here today, Theseus probably would have been confused for the rest of his life!
"I mean, although Asterius is actually a kind person, he killed people! Otherwise, we could have let him leave the Labyrinth."
Thaumas said this, then pointed at himself before pointing at the sleeping Asterius and continuing his explanation:
"We are both living beings, that's