"Are you angry?"
"Why do you ask?"
Haimo's voice rang out.
Kayo Senju pressed her somewhat pale lips together and hesitated.
She released her knees, planted both hands on the dusty ground, and struggled a little to stand.
Her legs had gone somewhat numb from staying in one position too long, and she stumbled before finding her footing.
Then.
She brushed the dust off the hem of her trench coat and walked stiffly, step by step, stopping two paces behind Haimo.
-a position that was neither impolite nor too close for safety.
Imitating Haimo, she rose onto her tiptoes and looked down at the city struggling in its death throes below, watching the people still firing guns and swinging blades in the streets, desperately fighting to survive.
"Because everyone is still resisting."
Kayo Senju spoke softly, confusion in her voice.
"Even though you have already delivered your divine decree, Lord God."
"Even though the judgment has already begun."
"You have already proclaimed humanity's crimes and sentenced them to death."
"But these people are still putting up a desperate resistance."
"And even..."
She paused, seemingly finding it difficult to say.
"Even those of us under your protection, Lord God... the Cursed Children who were supposed to hate humanity and were scorned by humans."
"They are also trying to protect those humans, taking up weapons to fight against your army."
"Isn't this disrespecting your divine decree, Lord God?"
"You gave us salvation and wanted to grant us the privilege of never suffering discrimination again."
"But they still chose to stand against your army."
"Doesn't seeing us defy your will like this make you angry, Lord God?"
By the end, Kayo Senju's voice had grown quieter and quieter, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at his back.
In her reasoning.