"The reincarnation of the world's people, your shipping containers."
Neo repeated those words, turning his head to look at Bersha, who sat in the corner.
"I could sense my prejudice against reincarnation. Before, I wasn't sure where that prejudice came from. Now I understand. This isn't prejudice. I find the entire Reincarnation Church repulsive."
Bersha pressed her lips together. She did not know whether she should respond. Neo's temper had already frightened her.
Neo continued, "As a messenger of Light, you actually climbed into bed with Reincarnation."
Bersha knew those words were directed at her and immediately said, "I know opinions of the Reincarnation Church in the Church World have always been polarized. But a large part of why I associate with their people is to draw on their strength. Perhaps you don't understand just how far our Church of Light has fallen."
"I don't. But I know one thing. If Light needs dirty means to descend, then what returns will certainly not be Light."
"In the world of churches, where is there any true purity?" Bersha gritted her teeth and mustered considerable courage to say those words. "Even the holiest Light has perished, while even the filthiest Reincarnation still stands."
But Neo did not get angry this time. Instead, he replied, "That's different. Existence has never, in itself, been justification. Just because something exists now doesn't mean you have to find a reason why it must exist.
"Just as, even if Light has perished, as long as people still yearn for goodness in their hearts, Light has actually always remained. It simply no longer exists in the form of the Church of Light."
"Then what about Order?"
"Order is different."
"But what difference is there between Order and Reincarnation? Order 'awakens' the dead, and Reincarnation summons them back. Aren't