"Yes," Kweiya smiled, "a demigod."
"So," Aryan took a deep breath, "there are enough demigods been born on this Nusantara?"
Kweiya glanced at the handsome face beside her, smiling. "Only a few."
"But at least they once existed and lived in Nusantara, right?"
"Yeah, kind of."
"Isn't this getting weirder?"
"Weirder?"
Aryan tried to smile, hiding his worry and disappointment. But Kweiya could feel it all.
"If you feel such great disappointment with the social order in Nusantara today," said Kweiya, her gaze far across the valley in front of her. "There's nothing you can do there, Aryan. Every human being is born with different thoughts. Fate, maybe that's what the common people say. In fact, it all depends on the choices they make."
"I know, it's just …" he looked down at the valley below, the wide green valley. At the thin, slowly drifting clouds. "Who knows. I thought, if there have been other demigods before me, then why is injustice so arbitrary in Nusantara?"
