Sunday: "..."
Brother Sunday's mood at that moment could hardly be called good. It could only be described as extraordinarily complicated.
The reason, of course, was Jiang Yu's answer, which showed no concern whatsoever for the question he had posed.
Yet he could not say Jiang Yu was wrong, because he had indeed already decided what words he would use to refute everyone once they chose a particular answer.
He recognized his mistake. He still knew far too little about this miraculous child who had drawn everyone's attention.
He had only known that Beauty might wish for and yearn for tranquility and peace, yet had forgotten that the abstract concepts of the Paths encompassed everything.
How had he failed to consider that this child's train of thought could leap so far, and his angle cut straight to the heart of the matter?
No, he should have realized this long ago. When the boy pointed out that he had already imprisoned Mr. Welt and Robin, he should have realized it...
The way this boy thought-he did not care what principles, ideals, passions, and aspirations others spoke of... The moment he opened his mouth, his words would stab like a sharp spear at the heart of the conflict before him.
The question Sunday posed could not be said to be entirely unworthy of thought.
But for the Astral Express Crew as they were now, this was neither a priority nor a question they had to choose an answer to. What the Astral Express Crew urgently needed to resolve was the problem facing Penacony, the problem concerning Order that Sunday had created.
And Jiang Yu had pointed this out without the slightest hesitation.
It was only because Sunday's true thoughts really did match his actions. If all this contemplation had merely been a