Sunday fell silent for a moment. He turned toward the Penacony Grand Theater on the distant horizon and said wistfully:
"Think of the Star Rail Express. It's a perfect example."
"The Nameless have worked tirelessly to connect the worlds, earning renown across the universe."
"Yet only a handful can endure such an arduous journey, and none of them are ordinary people."
He sighed.
"Because the cause of the Trailblaze is more than ordinary people can bear."
"Otherwise, how could this path have once ended with the Silver Rail severed, the train abandoned, and its Aeon fallen?"
Robin hurried forward a few steps and frowned.
"That's twisted logic."
"By that reasoning, wouldn't the future become a privilege reserved for heroes?"
Sunday did not turn to look at her. He merely said:
"Unfortunately, that is reality."
"Another name for the 'future'... is 'self-worth.'"
"Heroes do exist. People admire and praise them, but most ordinary people can never become heroes, no matter how long they live."
"Some are born weak and helpless. Some are trapped by misfortune later in life. Others give in to baseness and cowardice."
"When it comes to survival, they are equally powerless. They can only watch as their worth is steadily taken from them by forces beyond their control."
Robin took a deep breath.
Then she challenged him again.
"That's why we should care for the weak and give them all the help they need, as if their suffering were our own..."
"The Ode to Joy has always taught us that."
Sunday turned back and stated his view once more.
"The Harmony may have lofty ambitions, but even in this carefree dream, the strong keep growing stronger while the weak grow weaker."
"Such is human nature. It has a noble side, but it also has weaknesses that can never