The roots trembled around Reinhard, their grip tightening slightly.
The voice spoke in confusion, uncertainty, and something approaching bewilderment. Why do you still believe in those pathetic people? Their constant struggle only allowed for more people to die and led to tragic ends. If they'd simply accepted peace, accepted rest, fewer would have suffered.
Reinhard closed his eyes, blocking out the pale interior and the roots binding him as he said. "Before I came to Eastern Hesod, I would also think that way..."
His mind recalled memories of his own experiences before arriving. The faces of those awaiting him in Nuevo City appeared. Klein's worried expression when Reinhard was leaving, Anasha's tears that she'd tried hiding, and Anna's small hand gripping his coat as he left.
