"He… He…" The old man hastily brushed away the tears welling up in his eyes. "He took our future from us. He killed everyone on the Path of Knowledge… He claimed the entire Path for himself alone."
Now Mr. Nobody understood why Schrödinger couldn't share this knowledge with him. No one was supposed to find out, because if that happened…
He would find out too.
That fate seemed even worse than death.
"…" But now, as he looked at Schrödinger, the pity in Mr. Nobody's eyes mingled with something else.
After all, if no one was supposed to know this… then why is Schrödinger alive? Why did He spare him?
Mr. Nobody didn't dare ask.
"But you know what's funny?" The old man found the strength to smile grimly. "Still, no one understands a thing."
"What do you mean?"
