If you don't have the strength, you lose.
It's a simple story if you're going to gain enormous power quickly. The means are right on the side. But you can't.
On the other hand, I think so. What if I don't bend that creed, so I don't have the strength to do it? What if we can't protect what we need to protect? It's not like I can't turn my head there either.
Maybe we shouldn't choose the means if it's for a purpose. Maybe he's making a very stupid choice. Then maybe you're having a dream that's absolutely hard.
"What's a true dream? I don't..."
With a full grin, he was speaking with pleasure. At that time, there was no such thing as a dream. It was just vague anxiety about the future and current happiness.
"Ha, because this guy's already dating a kid. He's got the worst personality and he seems hot if only he had a little one or a face."
A nostalgic voice different from the person ahead. I truly think it would be naturally hot if I had a face, but I truly know that that is only the stage until it comes with men and women, and if I go out with them, the contents are more important, or it becomes a compatibility issue.
By making his lover, he gave him a truly new mission, although the anxiety True had at the time was to be dissolved as a result. Not dreams or aspirations. It's better to call it a mission you've imposed on yourself. Because I'm not just dreaming and going for a purpose, but I really have a business and a responsibility to take on. At least that's what I think myself.
Until we do that, defeat will never be tolerated. Shouldn't have been forgiven. collapsed unnecessarily before the enemy, despite the Without force.
The idea that my crap obsession might have gone wrong in the midst of all the lumps crosses the back of my brain.
Those who seek strength in a cheap way, who visit the Snow Oka Institute from the next, were not truly recognized. But if we had not chosen the means and acquired the strength, we would still think that this would not have happened.
"You'll protect me, won't you? It's annoying to say this, but you're strong."
The words were repeated again and again in truth, both in dreams and when awake. Words that are evoked when you are about to feel weak, not when you are in a crisis.
He may be what carelessly he said away, but if I were to be true, this word directed against me had become a strongly typed wedge.
"Nee, I've been thinking about you for a long time, Sa"
When she regained consciousness, there was a woman's voice besides that of Junko right on her side. It's a familiar voice.
The Lord of that voice was one of the mice, originally a professional housewife who had been pronounced life expectant, but by becoming an experimental platform for Junko, he was cured of an incurable disease and even gained a powerful curative capacity. I live close to the lab, and they call me for something.
No matter what major injury True suffers, Junko is mostly healed, but only if she wants to heal a major injury in a short period of time, etc., is she called out.
(I didn't have to die, but that sounded pretty bad)
True to open your thin eyes on the bed and gaze at the two people right next to you. Junko and two mouse women with healing abilities are in conversation. Did you say his name was Zhu Mei? It seems Japanese to me that it's just the name, but it's actually Indian. I don't realize that the truth has regained consciousness.
"Junko likes anoko koto, Yone?
To a straightforward confirmation in one word of Japanese, the truth is to stay reflexively close your eyes again and pretend you slept.
"Haha, I love that. Well, it seems like we can't get along with romantic relationships or anything like that anymore. Come on."
He was a pure child who laughed and affirmed openly, but the words he went on to afterwards tickle his true breasts.
"How do you let a killer kill a kid who likes Cite fight his own balls no?
"Hmm... that's the path you chose, and come on"
"If you die in Mosisole, let's do it. No? Datte Dangerous Cotto There have been many times before, and this time Datte"
"I don't believe so."
Junko replies quietly and forcefully at the same time to Zhu Mei, who eats down with serious concern.
"There's a lot going on. Come on, this is the only way for that kid - that we don't have an answer. I mean, well, even I wasn't lost at all, was I?
Zhu Mei didn't try to touch it any more, he just sighed. Remember the awkwardness, and truly pretend you slept as you did.
I thought you were dead.
True to predict Zhu Mei's return and open his mouth. There is still some weakness due to the consumption of health, but no pain at all. I was fine trying to wake myself up.
"It would have been dangerous if the bleeding had been more intense. That was pretty bad. Well, even if you die physically, if your soul isn't flying into the underworld, it's resurrectable."
This would mean that I was helped thanks to Lee's hemostasis procedure.
"Didn't you say resuscitation of the dead was impossible?
"Mm-hmm. When a dead human is set to come back to life, I don't think the battles taste good because they make me nervous. Because it's not cardiopulmonary arrest, equals death."
Junko joking and answering.
"Well, whatever fiction is, even if the brain and heart can resuscitate unless it stops and leads to complete death, the resuscitation if it leads to complete death is infinitely close to impossible... Neither do I. I've only solved some of the laws of death and life, spirit and flesh, soul memory and brain memory, underworld mystery and reincarnation. Only flesh can repair it completely, but it can't bring the dead back to life, can it? I can't return the soul of that man who's gone further away than his body. Memory and spirit are multiple inputs into both the brain and soul, so I'm making a hypothesis that once the brain is dead in the flesh, the memory will be lost from the flesh and the soul will have to leave as well. Forced to resurrect him, he can't live without his soul. If a complete resuscitation of the dead is possible in the first place, we're not talking about what it would be like if the person had already been reincarnated. Rarely do some people resuscitate from complete death. It's a principle I'm not sure about, but the flesh is dead, but the soul isn't apart, and the flesh is resurrected by some kind of detachment or something. Or maybe it is because the spirit remains wandering through this world that he is called back to the restored flesh. Never heard of him? Talk about the resurrection of the dead, and when I opened the coffin I buried, there were signs of scratches and attempts to empty it from inside. I was wondering if that was the case. But the resurrection of the dead is almost impossible. I don't care how much you regenerate your body, how much you restore your memory, but if your soul was different, it would be someone else."
Junko's long and wide tongue didn't really get into his true head.
Truth is, I was thinking something completely different. It was a conversation between Junko and Zhu Mei earlier. I honestly felt that Zhu Mei's words were only extra blame, which I designed to force him to be aware of what he was usually truly conscious of, but are those words of Junko that I returned to it, fulfilled and sincere?
There are several silent arrangements between True and Pure Son. I honestly even felt uncomfortable about them not letting each other in the mouth, as if others had come in deviating and interfering, but Zhu Mei wasn't wrong either. Rather, it's true.
(But neither me nor this guy is smart or clever enough to follow the right logic and manners. If you can live a decent way that the public will say, you haven't done Mad Scientist or Killer)
It's not like I don't care. Somewhere in our hearts we envy that decent way of life, but we can't walk our way no matter how.
"Is it fun for a smart guy to live like that? At least I'm not smart enough to live, and I don't think it would be fun to live that way."
Junko understood why the truth spoke of a completely irrelevant topic in the middle of the conversation.
"Haha. I haven't heard that in a long time. You were listening to Zhu Mei."
"Tired, Mika, and Mutsuki, I can't do anything about your clever way of life, you idiot. But fools live like fools."
I don't really feel good considering that's just beauty and public reason to be lightly denied.
"Nobody, nobody, he just runs on the rails beforehand. Then it's boring."
Only that dialogue of Junko cleansed the sprouts in the true. I feel like I'm happy, like I've been saved.
For a while there will be silence between the two of us. Truth looked up at the void as if sitting on the bed, and Junko just stared at his true face.
"If I've lost, I'm not as calm as you always are."
Open your mouth from Junko's side.
"Yeah. I don't regret it much with wonder. Well, is there anything about the other guy? I know all about me, Lee Dae. It was too incompatible."
True enough to even vomit against defeat, but only this time, I gave up amazingly much myself.
But if it's incompatible with what you know, Junko should be extraordinarily superior. I truly don't think it's an excuse to lose, but I really don't get the sentiment that I regret it.
"I'll continue to act differently."
Truth rises and tells it short.
(A little, but glad I haven't been able to speak for myself in a long time)
I add that in my mind without putting it in my mouth.
Junko smiles and nods, as if he had guessed it.
(I wonder if this guy really foresees everything)
Junko's reaction, as if he had read his mind, is not what started now, but it's the bones that get him out of such an opponent. Everything I do may still be read.
"I'll be waiting at the old euthanasia temple. I'll send that information to the internet, too. It's better than wandering around."
Junko speaks up when he stands up. The former Euthanasia Temple is an abandoned temple built in the perfect town of Euthanasia City. I've visited him several times. Even when it comes to ruins, the columns and walls are only somewhat decayed, and the original form as a building is properly fastened.
"You should have done that from the start."
"Right. Game-wise, I thought it would be better if I wandered around like a hide-and-seek, but all the uninvited customers stopped by, and my destiny wouldn't come for long. Though it's possible that Mr. Blue and Fate didn't make contact."
"Still, it's just a hit."
That said, I can't be alarmed at all because there are times when Junko's play is really just a hit, and there are times when he calculates it elaborately while making it look that way.
I honestly can't feel safe about putting Susuke in a safe laboratory, but I can't deal with Junko's thoughts even if I'm so concerned about it.
"I wish you wouldn't have gotten in my way this time. But okay. True, no matter how you move, I made a muscle that didn't end up the same."
To that truly unleashed word I tried to leave the room, I truly learned intense frustration and confrontation, but left the room intact without saying anything back. I wanted to say it back, but I couldn't think of any thoughtful words, and I felt like I wouldn't say anything.