Nagito Shinomiya «Firefox»

Then he wrote a letter to his father. Not an accusation, not a plea. Just a question: "What statistical error are you most proud of?"

"The Unlucky Prince realized that the kingdom wasn't collapsing because of the cracks, but because everyone had stopped trying to fill them." nagito shinomiya

One night, during a particularly violent systemic flare-up that left him paralyzed from the waist down for three days, he had a vision. He saw the Enclave not as a haven, but as a machine. A machine that processed hope into complacency, talent into servitude, and pain into… nothing. They wasted it. They anesthetized it. They refused to see that suffering was the only honest currency left. Then he wrote a letter to his father