People always have different thoughts and desires at different times, but there is one thing that remains the same.
And that is the reflection on the past and the outlook on the future.
What will the future be like?
Mr. Truman stared into Lynch's eyes and saw the momentary loss of focus in Lynch's gaze as he was contemplating.
Yet it seemed as if... his gaze penetrated his own body and looked towards a certain place "ahead", a feeling both chilling and slightly exciting, with a hint of anticipation.
Can he really see what the future will be like?
Mr. Truman thought to himself.
After a moment, Lynch smiled and shook his head, "A very profound question, no one can answer you."
Mr. Truman looked at him with a half-smile, "I feel like you've just seen something, don't you want to share it with me?"
"Wealth!"
Lynch did not refuse; the first word he uttered was one that incited uncontrollable impulse and desire—wealth.
Followed immediately by...
"Power, war!"
