Ash wasn't surprised by Vesir's thoughts at all.
Vesir was the most vibrantly alive person he had ever met. Only Tama Hill could match her blazing radiance; everyone else seemed dim in front of them. It wasn't that Sword Maiden Witch and the others weren't good enough, but only on that absurd, murky, evil land of Senro Land could be born such dazzling, bewitching flowers taken to the extreme, like Silver Lamp and Black Crow.
Beings as beautiful as they were simply didn't fit in with Senro Wasteland. At first, Ash had also thought a land filled with chaos and slaughter deserved only rotting vultures rising and landing over it. But it was as if precisely because Senro was so twisted and grotesque, where the slightest fall would doom one beyond redemption, the lives within it were forced to burst forth with pure passion instead.
Without that obsession, they couldn't survive. Without that intensity, they would burn out. As the last Senro People, Silver Lamp and Black Crow were almost the concentrated embodiment of Senro civilization.
Their vitality was so abundant that they had to seek a grand and beautiful vessel to contain their overly vast selves, to project their excessive faith and passion. Otherwise, sooner or later, they would fall into emptiness and burn themselves away, like a blazing flame that had lost its fuel and was heading toward self-destruction.
In Ash's eyes, Black Crow and Silver Lamp were actually the same kind of person: Black Crow's vessel was "Absolute Justice," while Silver Lamp's vessel was "Destroy the World." Though their goals opposed each other and they hated each other, they were both saints walking the world.
Ordinary Senro People needed the Great Law as their faith because they were not saints. Faced with unreachable ideals, they would waver