“God or demon, they are not us mortals. We are not a race, so how can we get along?”Noyce said indifferently, “I will appreciate the flowers in the garden and take care of them carefully. To these flowers, I am a God! “But you will not appreciate them. You will even break branches or trample on them because they are in the way. That is why you are a demon
“But when it comes to the black snow season, when the weather is cold and the land is freezing, and when everything Withers, I’ll bury them into the ground and turn them into fertilizer for the next year. I Won’t build a greenhouse especially for them, because they’re just ornamental objects after all. When the next year’s flowers are brilliant, I’ll still be their God
“We don’t really care about these playthings, but these playthings naively define us as gods and detestable demons. They don’t know that we’re the same race and we’re the same family. What kind of playthings do they think they are? How dare they judge us?”
