Lucia: It's just soup.
Kyan: You say that as if it this isn't a miracle contained within a wooden bowl. This is sustenance, that feeds both the body and the soul. Mortals could live off unseasoned meat and plucked grass and yet they choose to make concoctions that smell and taste divine. If only they applied their minds to everything in this manner. Rather than wasting their time squabbling about mundane topics and killing each other for petty reasons. 

 If you don't choose to fight against the wrong in the world, you are the wrong in the world.