— Son, you're young. Don't think we're good. The monks here, weak people. They are not able to remain pure among a mud. They are not adapted to life, son, and forced to flee from difficulties. We exist to ensure that you could get further in the soul to bring the light. You are strong, you have immunity. I started to say something, and then, in the end, said, "But I'm probably the only one of the group who came to You."