Few days after Alexei's funeral, Egon and his wife, Mary decided to pay a visit to Euler. Although Euler did inform them that he will mourn for a little longer, they couldn't help worry about his state. Euler let them in, and his eyes were red from all the tears. Mary hugged him, relieved that he was at least okay in health, and they were let in.

As they took a seat, Egon noticed a pill container where Euler was sitting. "What's this?"

"Lithium carbonate. The emotion that I experienced was far more bearable than anything I've experienced. I took those to help me get it under control."

"I hope you weren't taking too much of this. Too much will have side effects."

Mary took out some packaged food for Euler. "I hope you weren't skipping out on meals. It's not much, but I hope these can bring your mood up. Now, is there anything else we can help you with?"

Euler sighed. "I've been thinking about two questions that I can't figure out for the past few days. Perhaps you can answer them. The first question is, why did Dr. Han and the others treat me the way they did? You saw the newspaper; they made lies out of the truth that my experiment was as fatal as the atomic bomb's radiation. The second question is, what could the master have meant by life beyond breakthroughs? That I be free?"

"I never thought Dr. Han would go as far as this to raise up his reputation." Egon responded. "My speculation, Euler, is that they hated you for how much you were better than them. Jealousy, and resentment, would be the right description of emotion here. Everything that they've done was to make sure that the public thought you were the villain, while they were the heroes that fought against such villains."

"We know how unfair it may feel. But one thing is, please don't feel guilty that you couldn't save your master, Euler."

"Nothing makes sense!" Euler shouted, startling Mary. "I was taught that lying is wrong, cheating is wrong, slander is wrong, yet these mediocre intellectuals not only get away with all that, but I'm the one who got in trouble for it! If the assumptions of what I've been taught has proven to be wrong, what the hell am I supposed to do then?"

Egon and Mary briefly stayed silent, then Egon spoke up. "You're right. None of what they did was right. But if I were to told you that exceptions of escaping consequences like that existed, do you think you took our ethics teaching seriously? With that aside, reality just doesn't work the way expect and want to, and sometimes, all we can do is to endure these unfair events of our lives and move on…I'm sorry that I can't give a straightforward answer, but this is as honest as I can get."

"How unsatisfying. But even if we assume that I 'move on' like you said, what the hell do I do then? I'm now treated as a war criminal for daring to save my master with a new therapy, and because of the promise I made to Dr. Rush, my power to make more breakthroughs is severely limited. Just, what do I do?" After deep breathing deep, Euler said in a quieter voice. "Perhaps, those fools that forced me to let my master die be brought to the punishment that fits them, or perhaps even the impulsive public that drove the hospital to-!"

Mary firmly held Euler's hand. "Please! Don't think of such things! Seeing you so angry and bitter breaks our heart…Think of how much harder it would break your master's heard if he heard you say that. Your master. He wished for you to be able to create your own purpose beyond making breakthroughs, but regretted deeply that he didn't teach you that sooner."

"You don't know that…"

"But he did write a letter to his friend named, Gerald, with his remaining strength. He requested that I deliver it to him, and let you read it as well." Egon pulled out a letter written by Alexei, then handed it to Euler.

"I don't understand." Euler said after reading it. "Why does he want me to live my 'own' life? Was it because he foresaw that I would fail again and find myself something else to do?"

"No, he wouldn't. A parent's desire is that on the basis of the love they were taught, that their children forge their own paths of life without being constrained by anything. I think he didn't want to see you being obligated to making breakthroughs forever."

"How would you know?"

"Trust us, we'd know, as your parents now." Mary said. "When I lost my own child at birth, do you know how sorrowful we were that baby couldn't live his own life to fullest? If we don't want you to be chained by your obligation to make breakthroughs, think of how much your master wanted you to be free."

"But, if I don't make breakthroughs anymore, what is left of me?" Euler said, lowering his head to reveal his back augment. "What purpose do I have left with this flesh that was made solely for the purpose of moving humanity forward?"

"You, Euler. And that's something you shouldn't take lightly."

"Me…Then what do I make of my master praising my works when we reunited? His happiness of seeing me fulfill my purpose, and his hope for me to do more?..."

"It's as you read in the letter. It was a human mistake for him. Understand that we don't intend to talk down on your master-"

"I know! But my problem is that the letter is for Gerald, the one my master reported to in the past, and we had to do as he told us. I couldn't learn the way Gerald wanted me to during my War Tactician phase, and heard him say that I'm a failure and that I be replaced for the Devouring One! I remember nothing but unpleasantry from Gerald for all the hard time he gave us. How could you know that Gerald has not been influencing my master, and that his words of 'life beyond breakthrough' isn't something forced? Or worse, how could you know that Gerald wants me to fail now that I'm suddenly a genius like Dr. Han and his associates did?!"

Mary produced little bit of tears hearing such bitterness, and Egon didn't know what to say either.

Violet was walking back to her home after work as usual, and the fate of Euler's master was occupying her mind. She passed by a man holding a newspaper, and she noticed a headline on the opposite side of the page he was reading: "Leiden Hospital rejected the radical radiation therapy for cancer by Dr. Euler Pierce"

She gasped from the shock. Though she knew at the back of the mind that Euler was at severe disadvantage, she still had some lingering hope that his master would be saved. But if his therapy was rejected, then according to what she learned from Euler, his master was good as dead.

The newspaper also reported some quotes from the nurse, who after the rejection of the therapy, witnessed the most bitter weeping of a young man that went on for what seemed like an eternity before he had to be escorted out. It also included that shortly after the funeral of Alexei Magellan, Dr. Euler Pierce refused any interviews and only stated that he will mourn for a little longer.

The man lowered his newspaper. "Is something the matter?"

"No, sorry for the inconvenience." Violet then hurried off to her home.

Tom noticed Violet walking, but her mood was down. "Did something happen Violet? You don't look like you're in good mood." As Violet turned to him, he saw her teary eyes.

"I'm sorry for making you worry, Tom. But it's about a client I worked for before. The master that he loved dearly…has died. You may find it strange that I care so much for this client, but I also have a master that I love…Hearing his master die feels as if…I failed to protect my master as well…"

"Ah, I'm sorry to hear that, Violet. I respect the big heart that you have for others, even to a stranger. But you look like you had something else in mind. If you don't mind, this old bone will try his best to help you in any way."

"You have heard of what Dr. Han has said about Euler, right? I admit that I know nothing about the field of medicine, but it was still vile that he spoke lies about Euler. It didn't make any sense to me; he loves his master, so why would he ever create something that would kill his master? He made Euler out to be a crazy, heartless man when all of that is just…not true. How could people be so vicious like that, Tom? How?"

Tom sighed. "You know, Violet, sometimes people can be like that. It might be shocking to you, but people who's only interested in themselves exist in this world, and often times, you have to hope that a good slap or two may wake them up. If that don't work, you let them go and be lost in their own world." He stared at his mailbox, which had two unique handprints. "I know this quite well."

"The name beside yours…Could it possibly…?"

"Yes. When I was young and kicking, I got put under the bus by my work friend after an accident at our carpentry job. I'll admit, I had my faults too, but he messed up pretty big too. But he framed all the blame on me, pretending he was a good worker that couldn't stop a devil from his scheme, and I got fired. When money was running thin, my wife also left me with my son without a warning. I did manage to get my life back in control, but I can still feel the scar of betrayal in me. I guess something similar happened to Euler then. I thought he was just some know-it-all brat, but now, I suppose he and I ain't so different now."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Tom. To think that you had that past…"

"You don't have to, Violet. And you don't have to let these rare, self-centered humans stop you from having a good heart. Just be careful that you don't get pushed around by them, you hear? Oh, one more thing. Why don't you send Euler a letter? It'll be better than nothing."

"That will be a good idea. Thank you for sharing your perspective on this, Tom. I feel a lot better now."

"Don't mention it. It's the least this old bone could do for you."

Violet was inside her house and sat down at a table. She took out a piece of paper and a pen. She sat still for a moment, contemplating on what to write for him. Because Euler still had incomplete comprehension of human emotion, she wished to extra careful in her wording in her letter. She recalled the moments how her life changed when she was told that the major was dead, and the process of overcoming such grief. Violet decided to emphasize those parts, and started writing.

She wrote to the part where she said to Dietfried that she no longer needed orders to live on. Then a thought crossed her mind. She has never shared this much of her feelings with a client that was just a stranger before. This was also the first time that she was deliberately reaching back to the client, especially considering that the commission she did was to write a thesis paper, not a letter with feelings.

"I don't know if this is a proper act as an auto memory doll." Violet said to herself. "We've always parted ways with our clients when their request was finished. Yet here I am, reaching back to him like an acquaintance…"

This led to Violet drifting into other thoughts as well. She glanced at her prosthetic arms, then recalled the eye-catching back augment on Euler's back. She also recalled that like her overwhelming strength, Euler also had an overwhelming intellect that didn't exist within normal human. More similarities between them creeped into her mind.

Violet shook her head. "It's no use getting distracted by these thoughts. I just don't have the clues to answer these anyways. Right now, Euler needs help, even just a letter." With that, Violet finished her letter, and prepared it to send to Euler's mailing address.

Meanwhile, at other side of the Leiden city, two women were sitting down at a table outside a coffee shop. One woman, named Mara Davis, had an upset expression on her face. "Have you seen one of the news headlines today, Connor? It's from this playwright named Oscar Webster."

Connor Caulfield, a main receptionist for the patent office in Leidenschaftlich, was sitting beside her. "No. What about it? Did he release a new children play or something? His play is quite enjoyable even by adult's standard."

"No, it was an interview about how he became successful after he wasn't active in the industry for a while. A doll named Violet Evergarden helped him out for motivation."

"Isn't she the doll that saved the peace conference? What's wrong with that?"

"I'm not happy about what he said about her, Connor; something like 'she's a true role model for dolls, for her ability to comprehend my feelings at deepest level has changed me, and I wish this to be the case for everyone else as well.'" Mara sipped her tea. "A girl who abuses her freedom of autonomy as a doll and has privileged, inhumane strength is a role model? Give me a break. Just who accepts commission to a battlefield anyway?"

Connor crossed her arms. "I think someone's jealous."

"Hmph, me, jealous? A younger woman like you wouldn't understand the importance of maintaining a traditional standards and principles of an industry, lest it changes for the worse. Such simplistic, result-obsessed mindset like Mr. Webster is how the identity of the industry degrades."

"Hey, I'm not much younger than you, you know. Besides, I noticed that you've been a lot less cheerful when you stopped appearing in newspapers. Look, I know how you started the whole doll industry, and I admire that. But at some point, you gotta let changes happen. If you work at a patent office where people make new inventions all the time, you'll get what I mean."

"Well, how did that work out for Mr. Euler Pierce then?"

"My point still stands, Mara. I received other patent applications other than Mr. Euler Pierce, you know. Even after that rejection, he still left pretty significant change in the medicine. So I suggest you let someone else take your torch now, you hear?"

Mara reluctantly nodded head, and she only continued to drink her tea, and did not say another word.