They never truly treated each other well, so how would they know that everything they did would ultimately become futile.
This is the way of the world; no one knows who will be right in the end, or whether you'll get everything you desire. Isn't this pretty good for them now? They can do what they want, listen to what they want, see who they want to see—this is their best thought. If everything is wrong in the end, there's nothing they can do about it.
"Is it that the person telling the truth wants us to die one by one, leaving only one or two to pass the gate? What do you say about that? If out of sixty-four Gates of Life and Death, only eight lead to life, and one person will fall at each step of this blade, are you willing to make the attempt? Now that it's come to this, do you still long for some sort of rebirth?"
