"All pain will pass, Charles," Constantine repeated what he had said yesterday as if repeating the truth. "Everything will pass."
Charles looked at him. After a long time, he shook his head. "Mr. Constantine, give up. Are you planning on waiting another few decades for someone to save you?"
Constantine shrugged. "To be honest, the Judgement Tower might be a good retirement home."
"Then what about the Revolutionaries?" Charles asked. "The war between the Revolutionaries and Sacred City will be inevitable if they release the Dragon of Destruction after a few days. No matter how far away the New World Colony is, the nations won't allow it to exist anymore…
"Are you okay with that, Mr. Constantine? Are you okay with that crazy Gaius burying what you've spent your entire life on? Yesterday, you told me that you must decide but no matter what, many people will die. Why can't you let those innocent people survive?"