"A faint trace of kindness?" Satoru Gojo murmured, then suddenly laughed.
"That's right. Even if no one else notices it, I can acknowledge it." Satoru Gojo crossed his legs. "Because I'm the strongest. Nobody else's opinion matters."
The others, who had been feeling a little moved, protested, "Hey!"
Suguru Geto sighed softly. "Small acts of kindness, ordinary kindness... unfortunately, they can't save a person. Yet a small act of evil can destroy one."
Suguru Geto had seen how the ignorance and stupidity of ordinary people could disgust him even more than pure malice.
It had been that way with the star plasma vessel, and with Nanako and Mimiko, too.
"That's not true, Geto." This time, Satoru Gojo contradicted Suguru Geto with absolute seriousness. Over the years, he had rarely been able to exchange even a few calm words with him.
"Good and evil are relative, but they aren't opposites." Satoru Gojo looked at his palm. "Maybe I haven't seen it either. The countless people living their lives out there aren't so easily judged as good or evil."
After all, Satoru Gojo stood too high above everyone else to truly understand the lives of the ordinary people beneath his feet.
"But this society made up of ordinary people still upholds goodness. It keeps striving to overcome evil."
Yes, countless people might scorn so-called mainstream values, but those values upheld goodness. That meant people believed goodness was something better. Even if they could not live up to it right away, they were still moving in that direction, still striving toward it.
Suguru Geto fell silent for a moment, then simply said, "That no longer means anything to me, Satoru."
Suguru Geto was beyond saving.
Suguru Geto was already dead.
The white-haired man simply closed his eyes. "Yeah, I know."
"But surely something