Acto had always made the impression on Su Ming'an as the pinnacle of human Wisdom—various embellishments piled upon Acto were not considered excessive, no matter how complex.
However, for some reason—in this memory, Ming'an felt that Acto was just a youth bound by responsibilities that left him gasping for air, much like himself.
Perhaps it was because he mostly viewed Acto from the perspective of historical records and bystanders.
No one could get close to his heart.
...
[In the trolley problem, the person hated forever is the one who pulls the lever, not the trolley that crushes lives.]
[Only when one knows very little, does cognition not produce contradictions.]
[But I knew everything.]
[So I will face the contradictions on behalf of the people, bearing the pain for those who are ignorant.]
Once again, you sat before the wooden table and wrote down your diary. Today was the 87th day of the war.
You had become the devout Faith of the people.
