Arnold Simmons smiled and looked up at the heavy night sky, "Because nothing is purely black or white."
Light is born from darkness, and only with the cold do people recognize warmth, and it's only when one's breath stops that they understand how precious air is.
What is black, what is white, no one can speak clearly.
But no one cares about the truth either.
There are always people in this world who cannot feel warmth, but that is not a reason for them to accept slander.
Yet, there are always those who like to force their ideas onto others,
standing on the moral high ground, pointing fingers.
Just like those years when people advised her to let go of hatred, simply because her enemy was her biological father.
What father?
Nothing more than a murderer.
Someone who destroyed her planet home, someone who wanted her life, could he still be considered a father?
Hannah lowered her eyes.
She suddenly felt like laughing, but couldn't.
