"...Are your companions worried about you?" Acheron asked, watching Old Yang suddenly check his messages.
"Just keeping in touch. They seem to have found something." Old Yang turned to Acheron, someone both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
Of course, he had experienced this long ago, but every time he saw those similar people, he still felt a slight stirring.
"As for the answers to your two earlier questions, rather than my own thoughts, I think another answer might address them better."
Acheron: "...?"
"That answer is: why don't you ask the birds themselves?"
Old Yang smiled. "Why do birds fly? What good does asking a person do? Even if you interpret it scientifically, some people will still be dissatisfied. In that case, why not ask the birds?
"If sinking into the Dreamscape is people's own choice, should we still interfere? Since you've raised that question, what good does asking me do? Why not ask yourself?
"Not everyone is proactive, nor is everyone willing to think about philosophy. But the fact that solving a problem requires starting with the problem itself has never changed. Different people have different answers, and some of those are often quite original.
"There's a youngster aboard the Astral Express. If you asked him your question, he would definitely give you this answer: why don't you ask the birds?"
Acheron blinked at Old Yang. Fragments flashed through her mind, including the people and events she had witnessed in Penacony, including the members of the Astral Express Crew. One figure among them stood out so clearly.
"Is it that... child named Jiang Yu?"
"Yes, exactly." Old Yang nodded. "He's a child who doesn't give much thought to the bigger picture, but fate is always on his side, so he handles every problem well.
"For you as you are