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With a gloomy grunt, Klin kicked off a piece of roadside dirt with the sole of his boot and sent it flying. —I had a simple desire in life. And I failed to preserve it because I hoped too early that nothing needed to be done for it. Then there was another, also quite simple. A hundred rems for a ticket and a day's journey. Again, I overdid it. So, only the last desire remains, one that depends on me. How soon should I expect the next failure?... —the knight trailed off mid-sentence, unsure how to continue his thought. —So, I thought... Maybe what we're doing, what our ancestors have believed in for centuries... Is it considered a challenge to the goddess-mother? We mortals came into this world to play by the same rules as everyone else. To desire much, to fall, and to bash our noses on the pavement in immoderate zeal. To love greedily, to suffer painfully, to desire greedily, to take cruel revenge? Because that's how we should reward life itself for the existence it has given us? And all of this... is punishment. For ideology? For trying to play unfairly against nature? To hide from the whole world in a little house where there will be no pain and hardship. And here's the answer. ... Or maybe... Maybe there's no explanation at all. —clenching his fist, he tapped his dead knee. —Maybe it's all just a crazy roulette, where the only justice is that nothing and no one matters.
—We can only guess about these matters, but it is unlikely that the goddess-mother cares about worldly affairs. You don't think about how millions of microorganisms live in your body, do you? I think it's all human squabbles, the strong eat the weak. Our way of life, unfortunately, has proven to be uncompetitive since the day Emperor Raedark subjected our land to his will. —After a moment of silence, Creon spoke again. —At least, are you doing well materially? Due to my asceticism, I cannot offer much, but if you need my help, I will do what I can.