Sadness is behind anger, they said.
Yet my anger never came unless in direct self-defense, and so perhaps, I should credit this instinct to cry when I feel pain, to let the sorrow teach me about nature and how fragile we humans are.
It was my tears that kept my soul alive on the edge of this pain. They couldn't undo what had been, only carried me forward until my sorrow is distant enough to remember, and maybe one day erase itself from my memory. So, it might be an oddity to thank my tears and be proud to cry, but it saved me from becoming a monster; a person indifferent to pain and sorrow.
If you cry, you at least stay human, Charles once said to me.
"After doing everything you're submitted to, I want you to live your own life," Charles began, delivering a warm smile. "Now, as the head of Green Organization, I dismiss your duty from this missi-"
"Stop acting cool, old man," I sighed, cutting him in.
