There once was a chicken. This chicken repeated the experience of its master coming to give it feed every morning for its entire life. The chicken was very clever, and based on its numerous experiences, it learned the fact that 'when the master comes, he gives feed.'
However, one day. The master who approached the chicken as usual, instead of giving it feed, twisted its neck and killed it. Balkan looked down at his cup and spoke.
"... What guarantee is there that we are not all chickens?"
Isaac shrugged and answered.
"There's no guarantee, but there's nothing to be done about it."
"You're quite confident."
"From the chicken's perspective, that would have been the best it could do."
In his own reflection in the cup, Balkan saw his father. Had his father been that confident on the day of ruin? Before the fall of the capital.
Balkan's father had been researching something. Thinking back on it now, it seemed his father had also been researching the floating stone. The day the chicken's neck was wrung came without warning.
The day the land of Vulcan fell from the sky. Balkan, who had just begun to grow a beard, had to escape the capital as his parents told him. -'Go, Balkan! Run without looking back!'
That day, Balkan's parents did not escape and remained in the capital.