'Being impoverished may be both a burden and a blessing. Even though your life is difficult, having a loving and happy family at your side is a blessing. But...if someone close to you became sick, you couldn't help but curse yourself for being poor. And this leads to something you have no choice but to do.'
'That's what happened to me.' Dorris flashed a smile to his father and Callan, who were eating together at a round table. 'I've returned again here. But what is this tingling sensation inside me? I should be happy.'
["Yes. I do kill people my daughter. But that's the only way for me to survive. And Callan too."
"Callan? What's the matter with Callan?"
"He has a terminal illness where he needed to be injected with lifa from time to time. This is the only way for him to live."
"Does he know this?"
"No. He didn't.]
