Capítulo 85: 2.24.2 A small discussion.

Things never go according to one's plan and this is what's so great about life. It's what brings variety to it.

So even though I hated Soros' way of life, or his pursuit of meaningless death, it was still something.

Something to be enjoyed. So there was no need to ponder his decisions. He might not have liked my intrusion, or chosen to go against my will. But that is what it means to a human.

Even I, who learned so much about Soros through his torturous dreams could not account for the man he would become. A man without any aim or desire.

But whether he was a perfect tool or a fool, only time will tell.

So with my consent, he was thrown out of my world and back into his own, opening his eyes, he suddenly smelled the freshest air he had ever breathed in and the sound of small rats that made that hole. Of course, the freshest here was only relative, as it was still the sewer.