. . . Certainly, for those licking their wounds, it can be difficult for them to understand your own struggle. Still, would you say that a man who lost an eye has no right to complain when another man has lost his leg? In the first place - in this place, are we not all accumulating wounds with every game of blood? Then, when will it be enough? When two eyes are taken? A finger? When can we say, "now you have suffered enough to speak of your pain"?

Though your own wounds are invisible, they are no less noteworthy. At least, that's what I think - but some people may not understand that pain, just as we may not fully understand another's world or their burdens.

[ with a pause; he takes a moment, somewhat troubled, but speaks slowly ]

Still, it sounds to me that you've already acquired fractures in your glass. In this place . . .

In this place, I have learned - when one is alone is when one is most susceptible to being broken apart. No, I should say that is human nature: a solitary ant holds no strength, and the same can be said for humans. When our opponents are higher beings of magic and power, when we have nothing else but our own skin and flesh and the bones that carry them, then what strength do we have besides in each other?

The devil comes, not in times of physical weakness, but in mental. And keeping quiet like that . . . Keeping quiet like that will only result in being isolated even while you're among people, you know . . . ? In that case, it's very easy for a demon to break you - simply, he need only wait for the people around you to trample on your glass until it is ground into dust - and none would be the wiser, to that invisible death.