Black and white.
Cold and gentle.
Determination and hesitation and helplessness.
But at the moment when I bear the Rose Cross, I feel the same obligation.
Innocence, who is in charge of redemption, makes them wander between life and death. Whether they have already sacrificed their future for their faith; whether their young lives have already headed towards the cliff without hesitation; whether becoming God's favored children means they are doomed to lose what they love...
Whether they are destined to go in opposite directions...