At this point, the elderly blue-haired man in the mirror hesitated slightly, then looked at his niece, whose expression was somewhat bewildered, and spoke gently:
"Melly, your 'battlefield' is not at the banquet, nor at the negotiation table or in the conference room. Like your mother, the front lines of humanity are where you truly belong."
Like my mother...
After murmuring this twice in her heart, the female Cleaner slightly opened her mouth, then closed it again, speaking in almost a whisper:
"But my mother in the end also..."
"Melly, although your mother didn't come back, her departure allowed many others to return alive. Her sacrifice was worthwhile."
The Aquarius Director in the mirror sighed, his expression a bit lonely:
"I understand, you and Harvey have always had some resentment towards our decision. Harvey even didn't speak to me for seven or eight years, but Melly, there are many things in this world that someone must do.
