"If you had to choose again, would you make a contract?"
"No."
"Then if you didn't have me, would you choose another world?"
"The world would be the same without you."
"Yeah..."
"If you don't exist, there is no meaning."
When the world is turned upside down, when souls change qualitatively, when we meet as strangers.
Face the truth, face the incompleteness, and meet again as a contractor.
Without lies, without right or wrong, without right and wrong, who would still love whom?