If they had merely understood it on a superficial level, they wouldn't have had such a strong reaction.
The problem was that they truly empathized, having genuinely shouldered the world's suffering.
They had merely been brushed by the tides, yet that suffering was as vast as the Ocean.
Such pain... was far beyond what life could comprehend.
This was a pain that even the world could hardly endure.
When everyone gathered once again in the captain's cabin, they sat around the round table in silence. The atmosphere turned somewhat heavy.
Julia, in particular, looked haggard, as if she had endured a severe illness. Her complexion was snow-pale, her lips purplish, and dark circles ringed her eyes.
"After a night, I believe you've all thought it through," Alka said, his gaze finally resting on them all. "Now, I will do my utmost to save the world, to rescue her from this pain."
"Alright."
"Save it."
"I too am willing to save it."
"ROAR!"
