No matter how detailed and solid the theory, how magnificent the depiction, how dazzling and captivating the blueprint, whether it was packaged, embellished, and rehearsed through realism, romanticism, liberalism, or anything else...
In truth, it was all just window dressing.
When the time came to test its worth, it came down to one question: when the trial arrived, were you willing to step forward-and stand at the very front?
If Kallen had not thought too deeply about it when he learned from his maternal grandfather at the front that people needed to enter the Underground Tunnel to retrieve the Divine Artifact, then by the time Byrne opened the office door to reveal the crows whirling inside, Kallen already knew what he would do next.
A decision... there had been no such thing, because there had never been a process of making a decision amid hesitation and inner conflict.
It was just that Kallen did not feel particularly fired up, nor did he feel he was doing anything great. In fact, he even felt a little uncomfortable.
He was uncomfortable because he was going to clean up those bastards' mess; uncomfortable because he would be taking a group of his own core followers and other volunteers down a "road of no return" with a survival rate below ten percent. Most of them, himself included, might never come out alive.
Pure, flawless justice was still far too rare. Most of the time, you had to look at those disgusting faces while telling yourself to take a deep breath, keep your head down, and carry on working.
For a long time, Kallen had studied routes to promotion, vested interests, and ways to pursue benefits while avoiding harm with Neo and the others, while also continually writing statements in that notebook that were enough