I created this community to survive.
And I will probably live for at least a few hundred years. Looking at how not a single wrinkle has appeared even though I've been here for almost 10 years.
What that means is...
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...unless it collapses for a special reason, this community will continue for hundreds of years.
And the story of a community that originally didn't exist continuing for hundreds of years means, in other words, changing history.
"I am opposed."
Each decision I make will remain in history.
I couldn't shake off that thought.
"...We cannot accept them."
Manteo, who came during mealtime, said to me.
"Too much hatred is entangled all at once. No matter how I think about it, I can't come up with a way to prevent conflicts after accepting them!"
"Then."
I said, picking up lentils with my fork.
"Can you think of a way to avoid war without accepting them?"