Why it never ends

Chapter 1030 Principles
Hesta looked at Pakat for a long time without blinking.

The little man in her mind had already pressed his head with both hands, turning around and sighing - so this person is...

Oh my god, Stella gave me a push…

After a moment of distraction, Hesta turned and looked away, his expression seemingly unchanged.

"So it's you," Hesta whispered, "I still often think back to my life at the base."

“Is that a good memory?”

"... Very beautiful." Hesta said, "Thank you for your design."

“There should be some waves.”

Hesta glanced at Pacat and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Because the Mercury Needles are different from ordinary children," Pakat said, "Children who become reservists have often lost many important people, and each of them has amazing destructive power. Once a conflict breaks out, the consequences are always terrible."

"...It's not bad." Hesta said, "That experience also taught me something."

"what?"

"The base's protection for newcomers can be said to be comprehensive. Every rule and every punishment measure is trying to build a fortress that can resist malicious intent. But no matter how solid the fortress looks, there will always be someone who can break through it." Hesta said, "No matter how thorough the rules are, there will always be someone who can circumvent them."

"What if I say that those complicated rules - such as the rating system, the protection order system, the bonus and punishment system - are not designed to completely protect children from all malicious intent?" Pacat said, "As you said, it is impossible to create an absolutely solid barrier because there will always be people who can circumvent it."

Hesta looked at her in surprise: "I don't understand what you mean."

"We realized when we first discussed the rules," Pacat said, "that there are no perfect rules. All the clauses that are intended to protect the weak can be circumvented the moment they are written down, but that doesn't mean the rules themselves are meaningless.

“All rules, when they are presented, tell everyone directly what the rule-makers want to reward, punish, protect, or deter through these rules… This is the most important thing.

"In every group, there are some people who want to spread malice and create terror. This is inevitable. But at the same time, in every group, there are also people who want to maintain their own order and protect others from harm. When a group member is subjected to malicious harm, he or she will also consider whether the friends and order around him or her can protect him or her.

"What the rules need to do is actually to give confidence to the latter two types of people - the order here cares about you, it cares about the weak, and it also cares about those law-abiding people who are willing to devote their energy to the group. The rules themselves may always have loopholes, but the tendency of the rules can give people the confidence to coexist.

“The many complicated rules in the base are ultimately designed to support those children who are falling in fear at the critical moment, and to make them believe that the base is willing to stand by them.

"Therefore, the rules of death were created to cooperate with the living. Behind all the rules there is a set of common principles, and the base uses this set of common principles to select those children who are willing to identify with it, maintain it, and practice it, and entrust them with important tasks."

Hesta seemed to be thinking about something and said nothing.

"I've said before that no one is more suitable for this position than me," Pacat repeated. "I'm almost eighty years old. I value my time more than anyone else. And now, I really hope to be here - on your farm, to finish writing the last volume of observation records and train the last batch of teachers. I beg you, Ms. Hesta, to give me this opportunity, okay?"

Hesta immediately took the hand that Pacat extended.

"I still have many questions to ask..." Hesta whispered, "but I can give you an answer now: Welcome, thank you for coming here, please tell me, what do you want to do?" Pakat smiled and looked at the person in front of him: "Your name is Jane Hesta, right?"

"Correct."

"How do you write this name?"

Hesta began to take out a notebook and a pen from his pocket, but after searching for a long time, he only took out a notebook, and the ballpoint pen he had been using was nowhere to be found.

"Use this one." Pacat handed over his pen and watched Hesta write his name on the paper.

"Okay, Ms. Hesta," Pacat said, "If you have time now, I can talk to you about my next plan..."

……

The sky gradually darkened, and Rico sat on the roof of the main house with his hands folded and an unhappy look on his face.

Across a large open space, she saw Hesta bending over to listen to Pacat. Hesta looked very happy, and the conversation between the two was very harmonious, without any hostility.

Rico originally wanted to go over and ask what happened, but Hesta did not come back that night - she first stayed in Stella's studio for dinner, and then never left the table.

It was around nine o'clock in the evening and it started to rain. Rico opened an umbrella and walked towards Stella's studio. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a table of people gathered around a makeshift wooden table - it was a large wooden board from furniture that had just been dismantled and placed on two metal saw stands.

There were two young men with flushed faces, who had fallen asleep on their chairs. The air was filled with the smell of alcohol. Although the cup in front of Hesta's table was filled with water, she also looked very happy.

"Rico," Hesta looked at her, "Why are you here?"

Rico frowned and placed a rolled-up black umbrella against the wall: "I'll bring you an umbrella. It might rain heavily soon."

"It's raining?" Stella blushed as she glanced at the dark window and suddenly laughed, "Oh! Fortunately, I put everything in!"

Rico turned and left. Hesta immediately chased him out, not forgetting to say goodbye to the people in the house before leaving.

On a rainy night, the farm grounds were completely dark without any night lights. Hesta and Rico both held umbrellas, but neither of them opened them.

"You get along well with them," Rico said stiffly, "She is indeed staying, isn't she?"

"If you would like to hear our conversation this afternoon--"

"OK, stop talking," Rico raised his hand, "I understand, I have no objection, but I don't want to listen, let's leave it at that."

……

That same night, Kovicik lay in his glass greenhouse.

In his hand he held a somewhat worn ballpoint pen, which Hesta had left behind in the House of Nobles the day before yesterday afternoon.