Showing the wheelchair slowly coming to a stop was meant to represent Kayneth's death, but it actually made me more sad for literal reasons. I thought about the wheelchair, how Kayneth recently bought it. Maybe he was trying hard to cope with being crippled, and looking on the bright side of things. Sola let him look at a wheelchair catalog and he spent a while looking them over, trying to decide which one he liked best. Then when he finally got it, he took a seat and thought "hey, this is pretty comfy, what a nice purchase" with that snugly satisfied look you get on your face when you buy a nice piece of furniture or television. Miaya shoots the shit out of it, and it's all broken and battered, just like Kayneth, and even though he so recently had love for his wheelchair, all he could say was "kill me now, please." The wheelchair was left on the battlefield, forgotten, next to Kayneth's dead body.

Anyone else feel this way?

>“– When you first told me you want to enter this career path, I was having a real headache for a long time. Moreover, you didn’t want to change your idea no matter how much I persuaded you.”

>“Was I such an unpromising disciple?”

>“No… it’s because you have too much promise, too much potential.”

>Natalie said with a bitter laugh.

>“… What does that mean?”

>“Because you can make your actions completely removed from your emotions – regular hit men can only obtain it after many years of trials. However, you had that since you were born. What a surprising talent.”

>“…”

>“But hey, it’s not necessarily correct to choose your life’s path based on talent and abilities alone. A person’s belief and feelings come before talents; that is the key to decide a person’s life. If that doesn’t exist, a person can’t be regarded as a person anymore. If they consider ‘What needs to be done’ before considering ‘What I want to do’ and only acted according to those rules… then they are not people but are only regarded as machines, far removed from the life of a human.”

>The words of the teacher who had watched him growing up glided past the boy’s heart like cold frost.