In front of Maria, the figure of Nesanel flashed by. The collective had long calculated Nesanel's various transformations, including his reaction upon learning the truth of the secret war.
"Nobler reasons, like what?"
"Like for the sake of this world."
"That word is too grand," Bologue shook his head, "I don't care about this world, I don't even care about the life or death of my neighbor."
Maria cleared her throat and said solemnly, "Then let's phrase it differently."
"For the world where those you love exist."
Bologue closed his eyes, his stature slumped, elbows resting on knees, head bowed like a criminal on trial.
"Is it the collective's calculation?"
"Yes," Maria affirmed directly, "Through calculations, you have borne too much pressure, your mind is in an overloaded state, and you are someone who is unwilling to speak much, especially about matters of the heart... You need some encouragement and motivation to boost morale."
