Rocco was caught off guard.
Ares clearly looked like an enemy—a villain, even.
But his ideals, at least on the surface, seemed surprisingly straightforward.
And yet, there was an undeniable distortion in his beliefs—one that made him unmistakably dangerous.
He spoke of revolution with conviction, but his rhetoric was extreme.
He condemned humans as a species that should have been eliminated, while elevating other races unnaturally high.
To anyone who listening to his words, it was clear that his ideology wasn't just righteous rebellion—it was something much more precarious.
That unease gnawed at Rocco, and he couldn't ignore it.
He had to tread carefully, but he still decided to press further.
"Then… after you destroy the country, what do you actually want? Hurting people like Ragar, threatening children… Right now, Ares, you just look like a villain."
Crap.
Had he gone too far?