Gerard gazed directly at Oliver, "Isn't that the case?"
As he uttered these words, Gerard noticed a sinister smile briefly surface on Oliver's lips as if he had been waiting for the conversation to arrive at this very point.
But that smile was fleeting, and soon Oliver resumed his indifferent demeanor.
Aside from Gerard, no one noticed that smile.
This made Gerard feel somewhat uneasy.
"Yes, it seems so," Oliver turned around and slowly walked back to his seat, "to the Creator, to our god, I must seem unfeeling and overly cruel, right?"
He stopped in front of his seat, then turned back, sweeping his gaze over all those who were attending the meeting, and finally rested it on Gerard's face.
"But, is our Lord, our Lyra God, really the benevolent father you speak of?"
Gerard blinked in mild surprise.
"Is everything He does truly for our protection?"
Oliver slowly raised his metallic prosthetic limb, his voice growing louder.
"People of Lyra, look at our bodies."
