Rogel was silent.
He was powerless to save them.
From the words of the sea fireflies, even if he destroyed them and the firefly pot that nurtured them, it would only allow them to rest for a time.
The firefly pot would be born again.
And its birth stemmed from the "rules" of this place.
Thus, Rogel learned one thing.
And that is, the rules of this place are incomplete.
For the sea fireflies, they are bound so tightly, unable to leave for eternity, and their infinitely prolonged lifespans are an endless torment.
Yet they cannot break free.
Their only joy in life is waiting through the long passage of time for travelers like Rogel to paint some different colors onto their blank-slate lives.
"Can you tell us your stories?"
The innocent voices of the sea fireflies were filled with anticipation.
Travelers like Rogel hadn't been seen by them in a long time.
"...Sure."
After a moment of silence, Rogel smiled and slowly recounted his sailing stories to them.
