— That's true, — Raum hid the dagger, on whose blade a drop of his own blood had already appeared, and instead picked up Mira, setting her on his shoulder, — you have a golden heart, Little One.
In this whole story, there was only one hope: no matter how branched out this "society" was, if in their hearts they followed the letter and spirit of the Church, which had led humanity out of darkness, then perhaps there was a chance that they could potentially bring real help to the needy through their actions. It would be worth fighting for, even if only for that.