"Oh, that's what I thought when I was younger. Why are poor people poor? Isn't that because there are rich people? And isn't that very unfair?... and. I mean, I've also been oriented towards redistributing what you call wealth."
"... you..."
"Oh. And as soon as I immerse myself in this idea, I feel sorry for the poor"
"Yes, you're right."
"I'm taking wealth away from the poor... so I guess my home is wealthy... and it gradually turns into embarrassment. Didn't I?"
"You're right. What do you say... I can't wait to... I'm embarrassed..."
"I'm with you. I was with you, too. But... I noticed that one time."
"... what... is it?
"My home enriches me not because I did nothing wrong and accumulated money. My father, my grandfather. And my great-grandfather. More ancestors on it. Until we all did a fine job without embarrassment to anyone and gained wealth as a just consideration. Why would I be ashamed of that? Isn't that strange? More importantly, aren't you rude to our forefathers?... and"
Lombardo said so, facing Dulm's face in the front.
"Darm, how's your house? What makes your parents so wealthy... can you tell me?
Then Dalm nodded loudly, looking directly into Lombardo's eyes and saying:
"My parents are legitimate, too. I worked righteously and gained wealth as a consideration for it. So no matter who my parents are, I'm not ashamed of..."
Then Lombardo called out as if to envelop him gently against Dulm.
"So you're telling me not to let that go, right? When I was young, that's how I despise myself and hunt me down. As I myself once was..."