"This sea of flowers grew in a land of death. You and I sowed its seeds with partings and watered it with the tears of loneliness..."
"The most death can create is flowers blooming amid blood and tears."
Castorice spoke solemnly:
"That is why Senatos cannot shape all things as it pleases, and the [Grey Hand] cannot pass judgment over the fates of all living beings—"
"Because the life and death of mortals should never have been ruled by any will."
Polysia was somewhat curious upon hearing this. "That almost sounds like you are denying the meaning of Senatos..."
"No." Castorice explained:
"No one can bear the scales of life and death alone, not even a god."
"Life and death carry equal weight... You and I understand that better than anyone, do we not?"
Seeing her speak such words, Polysia pondered briefly and could not help but sigh.
"Your life must have been difficult too..."
How could someone happy and carefree think so deeply about such grand principles?
"We truly have traveled through an utterly absurd journey together..."
"Even back then, I had a premonition: one day, we would meet again... Not for an embrace after a long separation, but to answer hand for hand and bring retribution to fruition..."
"And then you would tell me the answer that had long since been written... and draw an end to our lengthy fate."
The girl patted her wheelchair and smiled faintly.
"It has been far, far too long."
"I waited here alone, day after day, watching the dead with nowhere left to go... barred from this lonely wilderness..."
"Among their figures, I always hoped to glimpse your outline, yet feared recognizing you."
"I did not know how to face you..."
"I feared even more... that the one once closest to me