Hilbert said casually, "If you want to gain more, you have to give up a few things you don't need.
Are you really short of money now?"
Coyle's problem was that he had probably owned too little in the past, so he couldn't easily let go of anything already in his grasp.
Good or bad, it was still something that belonged to him.
For someone who had suddenly gone from poverty to wealth, the hardest hurdle was excessive greed and an inability to let go... wanting everything, keeping everything, until the past dragged them along.
Not everything in your past would be willing to watch you soar... shadows lurked everywhere, and some refused to leave you alone.
Of course, Hill had read plenty about such things before, but had never truly understood them.
Not until he became Hill himself.
Everything he had experienced before coming of age at sixteen had left him with little sense that his wealth was real, while life in a noble castle had been torture for someone whose upbringing in his previous life had been fairly comfortable.
No matter how many servants he had, no matter how little he had to exert himself as a count's second son, that life had never been as comfortable as his old days slogging around construction sites.
And just as he began to enjoy his enormous wealth, a thunderous crash sounded from the sky, and the Undead arrived.
How could Hill spare any time to think about enjoyment? Seizing every moment to advance was his only option.
By the time he could finally enjoy life, Hill was already powerful enough that all that supposed wealth had ceased to matter to him.
So he had never experienced a dilemma like Coyle's... what choice was right, and whether he should give up