When a person finds himself in a situation that is too painful - when the pain reaches its limit, he creates a shell in his heart. Or he says he's going to paralyze his mind and try to prevent himself from collapsing.
I remember Randy reading about that in a book of philosophy about psychology. And I suspect I am, too.
I am armored to my heart to behave as a ruthless boss of a large backstreet organization. Because you can't be a child of your age.
Or is it connected to the painful and escaping? Such a question has been asked many times in Randy. I don't know the answer to that.
Lately Randy feels like he's got a crack in his heart armor.
Gently stroke the knitted hat on. He definitely spoke to himself, something the old cleaning lady made for me. I've always wondered how that old woman could have spoken up to herself, but now I somehow know. She was spotting herself. He said it was just different in the same building, but that's all I could spot.
So does Ryun. I've been preaching to myself lately. I'm going to deny the way I behave. I guess it's because I'm spotting the real Randy. But Randy, in disobedience, is unacceptable. Randy himself has noticed. I admire Dragon Cloud like a guardian, just as Dragon Cloud overlaps his son who lost him.
And there's another, someone who's trying to break into his mind in a completely different way than Dragon Cloud or the old cleaning lady. There are those who try to remove the armor of their hearts.
There's a beautiful looking boy in front of you, yes. I got out of the cab and stared at myself first. That was all I was happy about. I felt my heart was in order. Turns out the other guy wants to fight himself, too.
That boy who has had two bullet shootings with himself before - Makoto Aizawa. He rolled Randy's heart like never before. I've always wanted to do it again with him.
In fact, I really look at Randy and have a similar consciousness.
(I guess what you feel over there goes hand in hand. We are alike. And his arms are antagonizing him)
I look at Randy staring at me with a feverish gaze, and I truly think.
(Here we go. Have the most fun in the world)
True to speak without speaking up.
(Anytime)
I think I heard a true heart, and Randy encourages the other guy to take the lead.
True pulls out the gun first and shoots. Randy just pulls out the gun and dodges it thoroughly without shooting.
True to continue shooting multiple times.
Randy lowers herself, dresses her smaller body even harder, moves around quickly, and moves away. In the meantime, we rarely lose sight of it from the truth.
In anticipation of the intermittent eye of the shooting, Randy finally moves on to the counterattack.
But it was a true fake. After reading the timing of Randy's attack, he interrupted the attack once, shooting it as Randy stopped moving and shot the gun.
I'll do it.
Randy is impressed when he dodges from time to time. The noodle hair was upside down. The bullet blurred near his head and his knitted hat is torn.
Three shots from Randy's side as the true attack broke off this time.
I truly viewed one shot as targeting where I was, one as feint at my feet and one as predicting behavior and shooting, but not.
True to remember pain and shock on the toe. The attack, which I thought was a feint, was a shooting that made it look like a feint and aimed after a true behavioral prediction, shooting through the toe of a true left foot. My toes are completely bouncing and my pinkies are half torn off.
(A clever way to aim…. Besides, I've killed my leg again. It was tight because I was on my knees before, but not as good this time. Nevertheless, even if you enjoy the pain, you can still move a little dull......)
True to admit the damage sounded like a battle. But that doesn't shake my mind either. I went through so much that I could not count using both toes, such as a crisis or disadvantage of this magnitude, and still survive this way.
(Boulder. It's like my heart isn't shaking. He deserves the word "washing and polishing")
Randy was unconsciously spilling a grin when he saw the truth that had not moved even after taking damage to his leg.
While the truth moves, shoot the machine pistol bullets in full auto for restraint, shoot all the bullets, and jump into the woods.
Randy moves around in a true position to reload hidden in the shade of the tree. I didn't wait for the truth to come out, I didn't even let the shade shield me, and while I was reloading, I was going to move to an angle where I could see my true body.
Randy turned from side to side and appeared true rear, so he really tried to go around the tree he was shielding, but Randy shot him sooner than that. One of the two shots hits the true back. I didn't pierce the bulletproof fiber, but the pain and impact clogged my breath for a moment.
True shoots dressed to shield the tree again. Randy also goes straight into the woods and shields the trees.
(That's fun. The most fun I've ever had. I can't help but have fun)
squatting in the shade and reloading, smiling again, Randy thinks.
I can see cells all over my body trembling with joy. What makes you happy, fun, or happy? I am happy and happy to kill each other.
I don't want to kill you, let alone get killed, etc.
Then why go to the killing place? Why can't it be fun? I'm not even sure about that for Randy. There is no clear answer.
It's just that we... we can only live here. This is the only way to live, although it will not be understood by ordinary people.
But on the other hand, I'm not mocking the normal way of life, nor am I untrained. At least Randy has untrained.
(Oh... this guy is just like me. There's an untrained to the front streets - untrained to a normal way of life. I know)
Randy intuited, shooting at each other with the truth. It came through. I understand.
(The strength of that feeling seems to me to be much stronger... same. I had the gift of living over here, the nature and destiny of not being able to live normally. That's... coming through. I'm so glad. I can't believe you could do that with someone like me. I didn't throw away my back street life either. Because sometimes these very good things happen)
Usually Randy kills himself and serves as the boss of the organization, but now he doesn't kill himself or anything. I get a great playmate and am completely free of my mind.
But the end of that blissful time came abruptly.
They ride themselves out of the shade and shoot each other at the same time.
A true bullet penetrated the outside of the trunk of the tree and also pierced Randy's bulletproof fiber as it was, hitting him directly in the abdomen.
Randy falls on his back. Blood refluxes down his throat and spits out of his mouth.
A light finished fun time. And I'm going to run out of my life, Randy thought.
"I can't help it...... I've killed a lot of them..."
To distract the fear of death, speak the words of giving up.
"I've always thought that one day this would happen, and now... the time has finally come..."
I feel signs that something is approaching. When I lay only my neck, I saw myself fallen and there was a dragon cloud with a sad face. Of course Randy has never seen a face like this on a dragon cloud before.
"Randy!"
Dragon clouds screaming in a wild voice with all their throats torn.
(I won't let this child die... and I swear then that I won't die too to protect this child...)
Running over to Randy, Ryun was desperate for his powerlessness.
"Sorry... Ryun... All……. And Father, Mother, I'm sorry..."
I thought you said something about an apology that didn't reach anybody.
"To the point of getting a hole in my belly, I'm not giving up."
True, who rushed ahead of Ryun, looked down at Randy and said:
Randy gets fiercely embarrassed when he wonders if he's heard the current dialogue.
"Whether it helps or not. It will be quinquennial, but it will be transported to the Snow Oka Institute"
Truth is, I told Randy, alternating between Randy and the dragon cloud that came nearby, while doing Randy's first aid with Yukioka-branded specialty treatment goods.
Dragon cloud comes close and stops his leg. Quickly decide that I should really leave this to you. Whether you're an enemy or not, I can believe you're the one who tried to kill Randy.
"Why...?
Randy asking without force, but I know the answer to that without asking. I wanted to know what answers would come back from my true mouth.
"Because if I help you, I'll be dressed as a hostage. Look, if I give you a hand, all your men will look at us worried. You're a very admirable boss."
True said, but Randy laughed as she threw up blood.
"Lying and spitting... and you like it... That's why I used to hang up on you. You brought the world to life."
I intuitively understand that's a lie, and Randy tells me to tease him.
"That's why they came alive."
True to admit as I gave up.
"A life-threatening killing is fun, but at the same time you don't want to kill. It seems inconsistent and not inconsistent"
(I know...)
Hearing his true intentions, Randy agreed with a smile.
"Let me use the cab first and let me go back. You guys take care of the antimatter bombs, and then you drive back in their cars. I'm sorry I said something unsolicited."
Truth is, when you hold Randy back and carry him to the road, he unilaterally tells Mika, Kazuhiko, and waits for the dark taxi he has taken to return. I've already contacted you.
"Tell me the truck with the bumps!
"This way."
Asked by Mika, it is guided by Ryu, who has already acknowledged his defeat and observed it.
Kehiko builds a subspace tunnel and enters the truck carrier.
There were anti-matter bombs.
I also heard that the anti-matter bomb was equipped with a bomb that would explode if the truck was unfixed, but this time I didn't see anything like it. Looks like it was disarmed while it was being taken.
"It would have been a mess if the phony had prepared it, but wouldn't that have happened"
Kehiko exits the subspace and with his black hand he has to put an anti-matter bomb inside the subspace, closing the door of the space.
"This is Kehiko. Recover the anti-matter bomb. We're going to blow it up."
Contact each other on a virtual phone.
"Bomb it."
Junko prompted him to prepare it in advance and activate the time bomb that had been installed in the subspace.
(The explosive energy in the subspace leaks outside... Was there anything wrong? I mean, if I had, I'd be dead...)
If we generate a celestial class of joules (units of energy amount), depending on their amount and nature, light, gravity, time and space will twist, but the force so far did not seem to be in the boulder, and Kehiko was relieved.
"I broke it."
Kehiko, coming out of the truck's carriage, tells Mika to come and go, to the face of the heart dancing to it.
"You're settled! Tired!"
"Stay annoyed...... Mika, you didn't spit it on purpose, did you?
A dream to ask Mika with a refreshing smile, wiping her face with a sleeve of clothes and a clear look.
"I'm sorry! But I'm not such a dirty mean person!
"If you know it's dirty, be more careful..."
"Sorry......"
It was Mika who was pushed into her dreams and whispered and apologized.