When the morning came again and breakfast was done at the Yukooka Institute in the absence of the Lord, Tired went back to Shirosa and his room.
"He's definitely not motivated."
True in the middle of still having breakfast speaks to Ayane.
Ayane, already relaxed after breakfast, gets up in sigh and leaves the living room.
I think I should go, too, and really get up after the leftover meal quickly.
Later, Zo and Yu Akagi, a young man who is also planted in a pot and is in a state of being planted, are left behind.
It used to be a human clock, but Akagi Yi, but in such a state it was now the same raw neck bowl as Shizuku, due to the cruel tearful appeal of being too pathetic.
"Excuse me, Father."
At the same time as the words, Ayane opens the door to the tired room. It's underground, so there are no windows, and the lights aren't on, so it's dark though in the morning. And in the corner of the room, there was a tired figure sitting physically and turning his back.
"Can't you go?
Ayanami, sitting upright in the middle of the room facing tired and speaking.
"I'm not feeling well today... I'll do it tomorrow"
Without pointing towards Ayane, the weariness of the outfit leaning against the corner of the room, holding her knees answers.
"Either way... don't rush me... If you're rushed, you're unwilling to go extra."
I'm tired of voicing an obviously grumpy voice.
"Tomorrow or not, today or not, it won't change. What's wrong with you? Better be ahead than behind."
The truth, which I visited a little late, points out.
"Nothing... there's no reason why I have to help people... and I don't feel comfortable..."
"Don't you want to see Chiyo reborn? Not even interested in how much power you're wearing?
Ayane eating patiently, tired of all the negative remarks.
"I'm interested... but I told you not to rush... I'm telling you..."
After breaking down the gym seat, Tired looked back at the body by body Ayane and True.
"I don't know about terrorism number one... why don't we just leave it alone... There's just a little more people dying. I... am not on the side of justice. Ayane has been asking me for a long time... that's all I ask... but I do. Before that... I don't think that religion is that dangerous. That kind of religion is more dangerous and evil than that, like entering and influencing the center of society, right?
"No... you, no matter how much you reason for this, just don't like it because you don't like going to a lot of people in the daytime? Didn't you want yourself to grow and fulfill your redemption? This is a good opportunity for that."
To true words, tiredness nags and pushes silence for a while.
"Father, if you look past this, I'm sure Father himself will regret it later"
Reacting to the words of Ayane, Tired looked up at his daughter. A blatantly flashing look.
"Since when did you have such a great mouth... tattooed? Well, you have no choice. There will be... contempt... when you see me in this state..."
"I don't have that kind of emotion. Until I'm saying what I think."
Ironically tired, Ayane tells calmly, staring at the tiredness with a serious eye.
"So... when are you leaving?
Tired of passing through and turning into a sinister face and emitting a voice that pushed anger to death.
"If you say there was a sermon, please disappear now...... And don't come any more... fine."
"Hey, you wouldn't say that"
True to blame it. Tired looks infidel and turns his back on True and Ayane again.
"Tired! Come on, you."
Rarely absurd his voice, and the truth walks early enough to exhaust him. Ayane, who sensed what she was trying to do, raised one hand to control the truth, looked up at the truth and shook her neck to the side.
"I apologize to your father, but I will stay here until the matter of the Megalodon of Thin Happiness settles. Because sometimes you may need my help to stop the day of liberation. I hope you change your mind, so I hope you deal with the matter of Midori Shizuno as soon as possible."
Unilaterally in a pale tone, he stood up and drooped his head deeply, Ayane leaving the tired room. True, it leaves tired with its back turned, followed by the Ayane sound.
"What, that bad attitude?"
True to go out of the room and shut the door abusively and then deliberately make a voice that also sounds tired in the room.
But it's not that tiredness made me feel bad because Ayane and Truth rushed it. This is what Ayane looked like every time she visited the institute.
Even though Ayanomoto is only friendly at first, soon tiredness becomes more marginal against Ayanomoto, and at the end he openly avoids it, let alone goes into a sinister attitude. By the time they come out, Ayane will also leave. This will always happen over time.
Truth always wondered how the hell tiredness could avoid Ayane sounds.
"It's a trick. I'm giving up because I think it's the usual thing."
Ayane smiles toward the truth. On the surface it looks like it really cares and doesn't. As she grew up better and treated tired as a child, I truly felt it.
"And my father has changed a lot. Until now, Father, after all these years, it was as if his heart had never grown. On the contrary, it was the end of getting worse. But since I've been around you, you've changed in a good direction, haven't you?
"Well, it was a lot darker and more dramatic before, though it's getting much better."
"I am grateful to you, and I have the respect that only Father Boulder acknowledges and admires."
It was a tough thing to say, but there was always no falsehood in the words, and I had a true fondness for the Ayanami sound of honest character. I even suspect it's really that tired daughter.
"Father said that all who have a life past can also endure eternal life because of what is distorted and twisted in their hearts. I understand that theory very well. 'Cause so am I."
"So if you regenerate, you won't be able to stand that eternal life and the doings? Should we not regenerate?"
True to think of Junko. At the same time, I recall having said a similar dialogue.
"I can't even say that's generally true. It's only a theory that my father describes. Junko's curiosity and exploration were also said to be the driving forces of a spirit that could withstand immortality."
He put the name of Junko in his mouth as if he had read his head, and the truth was a little.
"I don't really feel like he's been alive for hundreds of years or having kids. It's like a bad apprentice to me. But it's so uncomfortable to see him treat a child who admires himself like that."
"One day... you don't have to worry about me because when you put me on your side all the time, I'll be waiting for you in temper. It's been over 400 years since I thought that."
To say all that, he smiled and thanked her, and Ayane walked away from the spot.
The truth was that he didn't go back to his room or to the living room, and he wondered what was going on on on the spot. Usually it's where I'm forced to slap my tired ass and take him out, but then I feel bad for Ayane, and most importantly, then tiredness could be in depressing mode again, making things extra troublesome.
"Ayane and I seem to get along... what were we talking about...?
You perceived a sign that the truth was still just outside the room, you open the door just a little, and tiredness caused resentment from the gap in the door. True throw your gaze.
"Do you even envy your own daughter? You're such a jerk."
Normally, that jealous opponent is the other way around, but given the current mental state of tiredness, I truly determine that this would be the right one.
"We're going tomorrow. If I tell you I'm not going tomorrow, I'm not going out with you anymore."
It is true that I thought it would be sweet as of tomorrow, but given my tired personality, in these cases it was also more effective to give a reprieve.
"... Yes"
He opens the door and stares at the truth as the tiredness that completely shows up makes him look like he's still going to cry.
"You know what I mean?
True to approach exhaustion and face tirelessly. Unlike usual, I'm tired of hanging out when I see you clearly angry.
"You're a pretty shitty guy right now."
"Painful. Painful. No."
True pinches his tired nose through and twists it up with relentless force. Tired of screaming in tears.
"Show me your attitude about not underestimating you in me any more. I can tell it's too bad."
When I tell her quietly in a pregnant voice, I take my hand off my tired nose.
"I get it...... Sorry......"
Seeing the tiredness of pounding nosebleeds and tears on the floor, the truth is that it seems like a terrible trick, offering a pocket tissue tirelessly.
After watching Tired receive a tissue and put it on his nose, Truth turned his back on Tired and walked away.