The dream while awake... The things that fly within the soul... The strongest force to sustain life...
Looking at the Cancer Director, who was enthusiastically discussing hope with him, Leon pondered for a moment and gave him a gentle smile in response.
Since we can make the present world better, the "Hope" of Old Soil must be reclaimed, but as for hope itself, it's best left alone.
During the years when I struggled fiercely before joining the Cleaning Bureau, almost every step seemed like falling deeper into the mire of despair, without ever glimpsing a shred of hope's shape.
When truly sinking into the mire, rather than clasping hands together in devout prayer and hoping for gifts from fate, it's more reliable to trust in one's own hands and seize every opportunity with full effort; hope looks beautiful but feels rather unreliable.
"This is indeed good news."
