He then looked up at the gallery windows, with the figure he was gazing at sensing his gaze and turning towards him, giving him a bright smile and a wave which he returned.
"But now, I highly doubt I'd be able to go through with that anymore."
Evan sighed and went silent for a moment, before turning to Arnold and saying.
"Returning to your original question, I'm guessing you wanted to know if, for some reason or any force of nature, I would ever turn against Aidos."
"…Spot on."
"Why you tryna ask that either way?"
"You're just a thirteen-year-old, saddled with the responsibility of leading your generation of Heroes to save an entire world, to save billions of people.
I wanted to know how you felt about it, and how you'd react when the pressure of that responsibility finally got to you."
Hearing Arnold's words, Evan smiled lightly and muttered ever so slightly.
"You really are a lucky bastard, Evansen."