Vent

Ye Qingxuan stared at the words and images on the blackboard, spaced out. "Professor, what’s the point of reading all of these ancient texts and trying to understand the world before us? I suddenly don’t understand." Ye Qingxuan questioned, "Why should we spend all this time on learning how to translate everything?"

"To find an explanation," Abraham answered, "To explain things."

"Explain? To be honest, Professor, I really need an explanation now." Ye Qingxuan slumped in his seat and closed his eyes. "Ever since I arrived in Avalon, I always run into things. Some…bad things. Like I suddenly entered a world that belongs to strange creatures. Everything is foreign and I can’t communicate or understand anyone. I don’t even know how to look at the world anymore."