Moulin did not know what to answer he'd receive beyond the open entryway before him. He hasn't even set foot in the paradise-like room and he was worrying mad. His instinct occasionally failed him. Thus, he could not assure himself positively. As he stared at the intricacies of the doorway, he hoped, even a little, that there was a way that aid could him and the hundreds of thousands within the island tree. That there was an answer... He was utterly constrained by frequent torment of countless monsters and demons coming after him. Even he was aware of the annoyance they brought him. Somehow... he blamed himself for the happenings around him...
'Because of my existence... Have I brought chaos?'
"What are you thinking so deeply about?" Na'El came to Moulin's side and patted the youth's shoulder. A friendly comfort. His eyes assessed the youth's dazed expression intriguingly. "It's too early to be worried."
