"Why what, Battosai?" He asks.

"Why are there so many?" I ask.

I feel the wind tugging my hair. I let out a breath. I feel the air tightening around me like a serpent. How could there be this many? We fought for a new era. I could see some were from the west. Is the world really this messed up?

"Why do you think you're here?" He looks at me.

"I've slaughtered thousands. Some I didn't, don't, know to this day." I say.

"Every act you take, every action gets marked. We have a divine scale, metaphorically. But usually, the bad always outweighs the good." He says.

"Always outweighs the good." I mutter. 

"Come along Battosai, there is a long journey ahead of us." He says.

"Right, sorry." I walk over to him.

I almost trip again. He leads me through the swamp. I can' help but feel a sickening in my stomach. Not necessarily my own fear. I'm not scared. I have regret and sadness for every soul down here. Is the world really so full of hate and darkness? The new Meji error that I fought so hard to sustain, was it all for nothing? Is it all a lie?