Kafka's words plunged Number Seven into thought.
The Mutual Aid Association's actions had disrupted this society's order.
But if order could give them justice, have Lina acquitted, and restore Herta's freedom...
Would they still need to fight against order?
This top-down structure weighed down everyone beneath it.
As a member of the Public Security Team, Number Seven was an important link in maintaining order.
At first, order had seemed sacred, majestic, and inviolable to her.
But once she started working, she often saw her colleagues turn a blind eye while enforcing the law.
Initially, Number Seven couldn't understand why they did that.
But her captain had persuaded her:
"The law is so harsh that a single decision from you can determine whether someone lives or dies. Look into their eyes. Can you really bring yourself to do it?"
In the Borderlands, refugees had only the most basic rights. Even a minor offense could warrant execution on the spot.
If the other party was an utterly evil criminal, Number Seven could draw her gun without hesitation.
But so often, they weren't people like that.
The laws were harsh, and those enforcing them suffered inwardly too.
From then on, Number Seven's understanding of order began to waver.
What exactly was order?
After returning to Giantwood City, Number Seven wanted to celebrate a Coming-of-Age Ceremony with her younger brother.
But she couldn't.
Her brother was clearly being deprived of his freedom.
Yet she couldn't go to court and charge her older sister with illegal detention.
All because her older sister, Number One, was the architect of order.
No court dared accept such a case.
That was when Number Seven understood that order couldn't give her brother freedom.
In her eyes, order was no longer so sacred, so majestic, or so inviolable.
Because the