[A brief frown crosses Młynar’s expression. She wasn’t wrong, and he had raised the topic. Still, the wound was fresh for him.]

I learned that it’s meaningless. The people I saved gave in to greed and made a country where only the rich survive, and the rest starve. Yet so many seem to accept it, calling "progress."

[A bitter laugh pre-empts Galaxia’s contemplated one. Heroism and knighthood are pitiable things indeed, when the people you save prove to be the worst of them all.]

Not even the mightiest heroes can fight off the darkness in people. So why fight?