After a long talk with his parents, Euler decided to move forward in his life, for he couldn't mourn forever. By the advice of Egon, he decided to inform the Leiden university of his resignation, because it was clear that Dr. Han and his colleagues will continue to be opposed to him. With a semester almost over for the students, tying the loose ends of his missed work was expected to be done soon.

He entered the faculty building on the least busy day of the university, but upon entering, he already found Dr. Han, Madison, Grant, and Rush walking together in a hall. Although Euler planned to only tell Dr. Rush about the plan, he figured it wouldn't make a difference if he told the group.

"Well, good evening, Dr. Euler Pierce. The faculty has really felt your absence." Dr. Madison said.

"For a mourning period, it was quite long. I hope you're ready to catch up on your work." Dr. Grant said.

Euler took a deep breath to control the anger that was building up, and spoke the words chosen by Egon. "I apologize for my prolonged absence, and for bringing another sad news. I regret to inform you, that I'll be resigning from this university."

Dr. Han, trying his best to hide a smile, replied. "Oh, what a sad news indeed. The faculty appreciates all your hard work, Dr. Euler Pierce. If we may, why do you wish to resign?"

"You already know the controversy I created." Euler swallowed hard for the next words, bracing himself for a stinging white lie. "I've worked with pleasure with you all, and I appreciate all of your support for my research and breakthroughs. But it seems that over time, our difference of opinion cannot be overcome. Not to mention that I brought a bad name towards this university and hospital. I decided that it was best for me to resign as a professor, and I hope you understand."

"Well, we understand and respect your choice, Dr. Euler Pierce. It is unfortunate to see a colleague go, but sometimes, we must learn to let go for the better good. We'll definitely miss you, and wish you the best in your next chapter of life."

Euler was looking down, feeling ashamed of what he said to them, yet he had to say them as Egon advised to avoid any more escalation of conflict. His reputation was already destroyed by the media, so any real evidence of indecency was not needed.

When he lifted his head up, Dr. Rush was standing with an expression of guilt. "I'm sorry Euler. I did what I could. I wish I could've done more for you to get the chance to save your master."

"…No, thank you for all you did, Dr. Rush. You did what you could, even forgiving all my time pestering you in the past. That's enough for me. If you'll excuse me, I'll submit my resignation letter to the dean, and finish my remaining work before officially resigning."

Even as Euler walked across the halls in the faculty, he was received with hostile looks from students that passed by him. Some students he remembered teaching, even gave a purposeful stare as if communicating that he meant nothing to them now. Remembering that it were people like this that drove the hospital to reject his therapy, surge of resentment arose, and it took all it had for Euler to resist such emotion.

After finishing his business at the university, he returned home. Euler checked his mailbox, grabbing some letters, and went inside. He sat down at a table and thought about his future. Now that he confirmed his resignation, he couldn't officially work as an intellectual and make his breakthrough there. Although there were other ways to make breakthroughs, his image was now in shambles as a maniac who attempted to mimic the atomic bomb's tragedy for the sake of his experiment.

"I just can't imagine myself doing other things." He said to himself. "Father did have a point that Gerald had no real power over a master, but I still can't make sense of his words of 'being free and living my life'. If it was constantly his desire for me, was to move humanity forward with my breakthroughs, why change of mind now? If according to my father, that my master has admitted a mistake on his part, what could it be?"

The memories that led to his master's death came back to him. He clenched his fist. "They said to honor my master's love, yet is it truly damn right to let them get away with this and pretend they've not wronged me?! If anything, it feels as if I'm failing master by doing this!"

Then the sender of one letter came to his attention. The sender's name was Violet Evergarden. Euler was puzzled as to why the doll would contact the client back, but he decided to open the letter and see the content.

Dear Euler

I've heard the news of rejection of your thesis. That also means that your master has passed away from his throat cancer. I am saddened by this news too, and I'm sure that the frustration that I felt of the slander spoken about you is only a fraction of what you felt. However you're doing right now, know that you're not alone, for I know you to not be the kind of person that means harm to people.

You may find it strange that a doll is reaching back to their client on their own initiative. It is true that the doll has no reason to reach back after their task is completed. But I'm doing this out of my own initiative as an acquaintance rather than a doll, because I sympathize with your circumstance intensely.

When I heard that major has died (though I still believe him to be alive somewhere), I couldn't stomach such news. At that time, I was waiting for new "orders" from major, but after learning he was gone, I was at a loss of what to do. I even considered ending my own life from the guilt that I've killed many lives, combined with that fact that major was no longer around to guide me.

But after helping Benedict deliver letters, I was reminded of how the act of delivering a person's feeling can bring joy to others. Though I can't undo my past, I can continue to move forward by living for others. Moving forward after major's death was only possible because the major's love for me enabled me to share that love with others as well. All that time, major was preparing me for life other than military and killing. I finally understood what "I love you" meant, and from then on, I no longer required orders.

Has your master left any final word to you? Whatever it was, I believe that he loved you as much as the major loved me. I dare not say that moving forward after someone you love is gone, is easy, but it must be done. If you aren't sure what to do, then perhaps start with even a small act of kindness towards others, then you can honor the love that your master has shown you.

Remember that I'm always here.

Violet Evergarden

She didn't have to send this letter, Euler thought. But the fact that she did so was extraordinary to Euler, for she wouldn't gain anything out of it. What was important however, was that she gave him her answers as if she read his mind from across the city. He guessed that this was how gratitude felt.

Euler then recalled his master's final words: That he rest from his purpose, and to live and be free. Upon remembering that, he calmed down and took a deep breath. He used Violet's context with her master as a guiding template, then he hypothesized that perhaps Alexei's last words had something to do with an inevitable failure to get his experiment approved. Perhaps his master knew that Euler looked up to him very much and wished for him to be independent.

Then Euler recalled the words from his parents, of how the parent's desire is for their children to live their life to the fullest on the basis of love shown to them. When he connected it with Violet's words of major's love enabling her to live for others, Euler got an idea of the possible answer.

"Let's summarize it then…" Euler said to himself, writing down the ideas, which he never done before. "Master loves me…At first he delighted in my breakthroughs…But he foresaw my failure as well as impossibility of continuing breakthroughs…His final wish is for me to 'live' and 'rest from my purpose', since my old purpose is cannot be continued…Then I think that means master wishes for me to live on the basis of love…Then as Violet says, therefore, I live for others even with small act of kindness…"

Euler held the paper and looked at its note. "I'm not sure if this is correct…If master didn't have cancer, would this still apply?...My parents would probably say so, since they never specified that parent's wish is conditional…"

Euler then looked at himself in a mirror, then turned his back to get his metallic back augment in a view. "It feels strange that I rest from my old purpose, yet what other option to do I have? I suppose I'll have to go through with this new plan of my life and try to figure it out as I go." He then sighed. "Yet still, I feel like I made no progress in comprehending master's will for me."

Euler then thought of a next step to take, to start this 'small' act of kindness for others. He then recalled that he gave Violet his prototype typewriter as a thanks, so he decided to put his typewriter past prototype and officially release it to the public. He made his way to his workshop, and it didn't take long before he thought of a design to make the improved typewriter.

After a few days, Euler arrived at the Leiden patent office with his improved typewriter. He was greeted by Connor Caulfield.

"Good evening, Dr. Pierce. You're just in time before we are going to close."

"Hello, Mrs. Caulfield. You can call me Euler now; I'm going to resign in few days as a professor."

"So that's how it ended then? Sorry to hear about all that happened. With that being said, what do you have for us today?"

"It's a new and improved typewriter here. It may look a little smaller, but it has more useful features than the old model. Perhaps if I say that you can correct what you write on this, you'll be sold."

"It can really do that? That's fascinating. I think my old friend would like this in her industry. Have you heard of Mara Davis by any chance? She's said to be a founder of the auto memory dolls."

"No, but hearing that the auto memory doll industry could benefit from this is already a good sign to me. All other benefits and justification are written in my application."

"Alright, you are set, Euler. You can expect to hear from us around 3 to 4 business days."

"Thank you for all you did, Connor. I've neglected to do this in the past."

"Was that a 'thank you' from you? Never thought I'd hear that from you. Not that I'm complaining though."

"Let's just say that the recent events initiated some change within me. Have a good night."

Later that night, Connor called Mara to tell her about the new typewriter that was designed by Euler. "Hello Mara. Sorry about the late call, but I have something you're going to be excited about! Euler Pierce has submitted a patent today for a new and improved typewriter, and I have a good feeling it'll be good addition to the auto memory dolls!"

"Can you really be sure, Connor? He left a bad taste in my mouth after the controversy."

"Hear me out on this, Mara. It'll just make your life easier, and nothing will dramatically change in the industry." Connor then told Mara of what she read in Euler's patent application. The size and cost of the typewriter has been slightly reduced, making it cheaper and easier to carry around. More complex text formatting options as well as special characters have been added, giving more option for the doll for commissions that is not limited to letters. Connor emphasized its ability to make corrections, as well as presence of what Euler called "cursor" to give the freedom of going back on specific section of paper to make correction there as well.

After Connor was done, Mara sat there for a while. "Mara? You still there?"

"Connor, can you do me a favor and delay this patent?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Some may think this will benefit the doll industry, but I know better than that. This will devastate the doll industry. I need to go to the public so that they won't be fooled by this fancy typewriter."

"What are you up to Mara? I told you that at some point, you have to embrace the change, if that's what you're afraid of."

"You couldn't have possibly meant change for the worst, right? If this typewriter is released, more people will have access to it, and if corrections can be made, the demand for the ghostwriter will sharply drop. I can't let that happen for the sake of the industry."

"Well, Mara, I would've patted you on the back, if your words made any sense at all. You pretend that people couldn't already write with pens themselves if the drop in demand was your concern. Besides, this new typewriter is only slightly cheaper, but it's still expensive for normal people to buy-"

"Who has more knowledge and experience in this industry, Connor? You or me? You only say those simplistic reasoning because you don't know better. Now, help a friend out, will you?"

Connor sighed. "The best I can do is 1 business day, Mara. Go have fun being on newspaper again, but I wonder how many people will listen to you?"