He is the one who gives warmth to those who are cold, guidance to those who are lost, and hope to those in despair, a beacon in the darkness, weaving hope anew for them... the leader of the Cult.
Isn't this a hundred times better than any lab mentor?
The man gazed deeply at his female assistant, sighing softly, with a hint of helplessness and pity in his voice:
"Following the rules is a good thing, it shows you are a responsible person. But you must not disregard your own life."
He paused for a moment, his voice turning wistful:
"The premise of following the rules is staying alive. Because, once you're dead, you're truly dead."
The female assistant stared blankly at the man, her lips parting several times but unable to produce sound, only able to murmur repeatedly:
"Once you're dead, you're truly dead..."
The man leaned forward slightly, his voice soft like a whisper, yet each word struck her heart:
