"So, if we become Gods, we can go to the surface? If that were true, back when I was in school the surface would've been in chaos long ago. There must be something in between the Abyss-Sea and the surface that's blocking the way."
Charles reached out and gently pulled his wife into his arms.
Anna immediately furrowed her brows. "Ugh, I've realized you're really indecisive. So, do you actually want to go back or not? What use is all this hesitation?"
"If you want to do something, set your goal straight—then throw everything you have at it, and give it your all."
Hearing Anna's words, images of the beautiful things from his dream flashed through Charles' mind. He murmured softly, "After all these years, I thought I'd stopped wanting to go back... But you know, I can fool other people, but I can't trick myself."
