Chapter 4 feels like Don Quixote trying to do good… but without really understanding the reality he steps into.
He saves the boy, believes justice is done, and moves on satisfied.
But the moment he leaves, everything returns to how it was — maybe even worse.
Then he meets others and demands they accept his version of truth, not by showing it, but by insisting on it.
It made me think how intentions are not always enough.
Sometimes acting inside a story can create more harm than help.