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- ...why are you acting like this? What good will these thirty Rem do you? Will they buy you three mugs of beer? In this situation, are you going to profit from someone else's misfortune? Brother... you're better than that, ten, no, a hundred times better. You might not realize it right now, being bogged down by everyday life and the general unpleasantness of existence, but I can see it in your eyes. I'm a very good judge of character, and I can see that before me is a Man who understands what is truly right and what is not. A man who lives with an awareness of himself and an understanding of life. I am absolutely certain that there is no law that would prevent us from seeing this, but even if there were, you are not an object, but a subject; you have free will. You were raised by a mother, educated by a father, or perhaps not specifically them, let's say the streets – I can't know that, I can only make assumptions. But in our lives, everywhere, in any circumstances, a person absorbs dignity, honor, their own judgment, some understanding of life, and everywhere it comes down to an awareness of one's own value and worth – in whatever desperate circumstances – and to preserving one's humanity. Continuing the dignity of one's kind. Just think about it – if not us, then who? Do you think I'm sorry to give 30 Rem to a good person? Take it all! - Genza empties his wallet at the reception desk, and a single Rem falls out. - Alas... I don't have that much. Not even a moment will pass before we are all plunged into the chaos and hopelessness of the undead invasion. Yes, life is hard, there's no doubt about that. I myself only have one Rem in my pocket. You, in this case, are the arbiter of fate, and I agree with that. But in this situation, will you decide, "Oh, well, never mind," and leave things as they are? Would your ancestors want to see that, and do you yourself feel that it is right?... I don't know about you, but I would think about it.