บท 405: I Am The Creator

Han narrowed his eyes and looked down at all the people milling about. He didn't feel anything for them, so how was he supposed to pass judgment upon them? It was counterintuitive.

"I only have one reason for going to the celestial plane. I will only think about the mortals when my mission is complete. Till then, they can take care of themselves."

"But what about after you're done? Surely, you don't think there will be no responsibility tied to your decision at this moment. Kill the celestials, and there will be more mortals for you to take care of. The wind, the rain, the seasons, all of these things. Who do you think takes care of them? Who do you think allows them to happen for the mortals?"

"So what are you trying to tell me? I shouldn't kill the celestials for the bullshit they pulled?"