"I never intended to deny them."
Marseille's tone was exceedingly earnest, almost sorrowful.
"I never wanted to harm them, nor do I wish to deny their beliefs and pride. It's just..."
At one point, what was connected was not just consciousness—memories, emotions, logic, beliefs, ethics, personalities, values—everything that comprises the "heart" overlapped in an infinite instant.
Within the rainbow-like phosphorescence, the girls saw Marseille's past, and Marseille witnessed their tragic histories.
Constantly stripped, trampled upon, violated—sometimes by the Empire, sometimes by fellow oppressed humans, sometimes by betrayed former comrades, and sometimes by children merely trying to survive the night.
Even if they were all victims, it didn't necessarily mean they were unsullied, innocent, or good.
In every era and every place, the oppression and bullying of the weak never change.
