Master, I have a question.
Why did you choose such an ordinary student like me as your heir?
You would say it's too late to ask that now.
You're long dead.
I don't think you did because of what I think, but just in case you did...

"Well-developed scientific technology cannot be distinguished from magic."

That was your mantra.
And I believed in it.
If you chose me as your heir because of that, you were stupid.
None of the other students agreed with it.

Do you know how difficult things have been for me?
I'm charged with the CP Project on a budget that could feed the entire country.
You knew I didn't have good grades.
Of course, you knew: you graded me.
Thanks to you, I had a hard time convincing others of my worthiness.

Sometimes, I sigh in spite of myself.
I'm studying day and night,
getting myself into all kinds of trouble,
wasting all my youth,
and for what? Making your dreams come true.

But that's not what upsets me the most.
It's that you were right all along.

- The first Pathfinder's monologue in front of the first Core Master's grave