"You've misunderstood," Andrews said, shaking his head. "This world has long been broken. It's survival of the fittest. Whether we suppress them or not, they're all living with their lives on the line."
"So what? You're just going to eliminate anyone who gets in the way, so everyone can be just like you?"
"You don't understand…"
"I don't, but I do know that after this, you, the Dawn Church, the nobles, and the Council will all be finished!" Ales scoffed.
Andrews pressed his lips together. The overcast night made the candlelit chapel seem dim, hiding his face in the shadows and making him look exceptionally sinister and cold.
Seeing his expression, Ales couldn't help but grin. "I've known you were narrow-minded for a long time, but I never thought…"
"I just don't get why you've turned out this way. The Caster City State's Judgement Chief, a Bishop of the Dawn Church, the dictator of Krimms Cathedral… what more could you possibly be unsatisfied with?"
