Sunday. One day, you'll be aware of the weight of your actions, the ones you brought upon the people of Penacony, their hopes, their dreams, and their freedom... In due time, you'll learn that your biggest enemy is yourself.

Sunday?

Hmm... Well, I'll be back later. I need to do some research on this in the Data Bank...

What is this? How did you get this footage of me? Answer, now.

Oh Aeons, how am I being recognised already...

From where I stand, society's ideal system should be "seven rest days". Following Sunday, there should ensue a second, a third, and indeed an infinite procession of Sundays. This should be the face of the new world — idyllic, eternal, peaceful days.

"Hi, I'm Welt Yang. If there's something you need help with, you can come find me at anytime"