Another silence lasted briefly, pierced by Joshua himself.
He sighed beneath the white illumination of the Archives hall, shaking his head. "It's fine. Who cares what they do? There would always be warmongers and pacifists."
It would be inhuman to have neither contradiction nor conflict in thought.
With that soliloquy, he promptly rose and looked around the Data Storage hall. "Everyone's opinions are different in the first place." He laughed as he looked at the dense rows of the data storage devices. "It's a waste of effort to be bothered by such matters.
"… Eh?"
Zero-Three, who had been lingering behind Joshua and thinking hard about how she should console Joshua blinked and paused for a moment. "Wait… Wait," she stammered after some time, "weren't you looking very… very angry just a while ago?"
