Behind the endless curtain of darkness, in the darkness with aqueous light ebbing gently.
A young man with black hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, and a thin face suddenly sat up as though he had experienced a nightmare.
Dressed in a classic black robe, "He" stretched out "His" right hand, attempting to take out a crystal monocle from the void and wear it over "His" right eye.
But this time, "He" didn't obtain anything.
"His" right hand paused in midair for two seconds before "He" retracted it and pinched the right eye rim.
At this moment, "He" heard a gentle but emotionless voice:
"To him, there's something more important than life.
"To you, apart from yourself, there's nothing worth caring about.
"When the matter develops to a point where one's life is put on the line, it would imply your loss."
The corners of Amon's mouth curled up as though "He" wanted to smile and reply, but "He" ultimately didn't say anything.
