Hayama did not go down after Maligan. If I wanted to continue the fight, they would come out, otherwise I decided that this was the end of the fight.
"Are you okay? Makoto."
Hayama embraces the truth.
"What were you doing?
"As you can see, I was disguised as a homeless person and listening. Exactly what maggots deserve. This is the right material. Uhhhhhh"
Hayama answers the real question with pleasure as he wriggles his body.
I'll report to Simon for now.
And I'll call Hayama. Then explain the situation.
Truly, you seem to have been alarmed. Did you get sick in the back street?
Simon's joke echoed on a speaker from Hayama's phone.
"I didn't know he could help me... But thank you. Thank you."
How are you?
Hayama truly expresses his gratitude, which is not at all heartfelt, and makes his body twitch more intensely than usual.
"I don't know what that entanglement means."
When I saw Hayama twisting his body, I really thought of my face in my head.
The wounds will make it difficult to fight. Go back to your true self. "
"Cure in a day"
Simon says, Truth declares.
Ah, Junko's place is like a game inn, can you enjoy it all overnight? I miss it. Junko and I used to take care of Junko when the new house and I were rampaging in the back street. You were a little boy. "
Nostalgic Simon.
"I'll take you all the way."
Hayama said, and took the true responsibility, and took him out of the homeless city. Call a dark taxi and get a real one.
Simon appeared in front of Hayama when the truth was gone.
"Makoto is temporarily leaving. If only I could be saved a little sooner... Oh, I'm a useless maggot. When can I fly in the sky as a single fly....."
Hayama moaning at heaven.
"It would have been bad without your help, and it would have been his fault if he got pinched. I don't think it's better to hear the analogy of maggots and flies, so I want you to stop."
Simon complains as he follows.
"Uuuu... that's what they often say. But if you pull the maggots out of me, what's left? It's not an exaggeration to say that this is my identity...."
Hayama mourns even more.
"Besides, I'd like you to tell me what your purpose is. Well, I can imagine a few things...."
"Er... guardian duty... eh? It seems a little different... the duty of the patron gods is a bit cool, but it's not as big a fly as the patron gods..."
Asked Simon, Hayama is in trouble.
"Do you have a duty of confidentiality? But, hey, you've been working with me, and you're involved in this whole thing, right? Or maybe I can aim for it. Well, I'm not looking out for you. It doesn't look like a sleeping head type."
"That's not true. If it's my job, I'll be surprised."
"Really? But at least it won't hurt me. There were plenty of loopholes to ambush."
(Now... yes.)
Hayama answered in his mouth. At the moment, it is my job to explore trends in tea time on the battlefield, but if my client gives me a kill order, it's a different story.
"I think it would be better to join the Resistance, the real people I know."
Simon said so.
Vivian's parents were killed. Vivian killed me.
The reason is that he did not acknowledge Vivian's troubles, he did not see the suffering, and instead he cursed, scolded and oppressed.
Gender ambiguity. The difference between mind and body. It seemed to them that my child who suffered from it was just a shame. The fact that Vivian despaired, despair turned to anger, and anger turned to murder.
My parents take killing for granted and are vivians with no guilt or dust, but they have strong self-pity for the fact that they were killed by their parents. Even though it's a life that I've only seen because of transgender, I can't help but curse how much fate bullies me, such as becoming a cursed person such as a parent killer. I can't help feeling sorry for myself.
Families are not the only ones who have been discriminating. Such discrimination took place in the same immigration caves.
The people in the immigration slums - the poor are poor to the heart. The consciousness that they are at the lowest level of society is constantly attached, and the result is distorting the mind. So when they find another object of discrimination, they beat it relentlessly. The Vivian has become the door.
But Vivian was on his side. These are the members who built the current Immigration Revolutionary Army. And it was Pedro, younger than anyone else, who continued to support him.
To be honest, Vivian resents immigrants, but also resents the same immigrants who are loathing the status quo. And I don't forget that they've been discriminating against themselves. That's why, I can't tell anyone else, the serial murder of an immigrant that looked like a hat climb, proposed by the battlefield tea time, was also accepted with little resistance. And deep down in my heart, there are parts that are secretly slipping away. Of course, I can't tell anyone about it.
And now Vivian knows very well that his mind is turning black and cold, aware that he is going to die soon. Everything is hateful. Cursed. Only the Immigration Revolutionary Army can forgive.
"How do you use the funds you got from Nudist School?
Asked by Pedro, Vivian, who was deluded by his thoughts, was relieved.
"Let's buy weapons. Share it with members who have not undergone surgery."
Pedro hardened slightly to Vivian's answer.
"I want to make up my mind before I die. I want to remind people who have been discriminating against immigrants."
"Are you going to commit indiscriminate terrorism...?
That's right.
Breathe in and answer Pedro lightly.
"I disagree. That kind of imitation makes people feel sad without direct resentment....."
Pedro's manifestation of will ignited Vivian anger.
"Did you forget? People in this country live by stepping on us?
"Then what are you trying to do to kill the same immigrants and set them on fire?
"It's the minimum sacrifice we need to get out of this situation!
When Pedro yells, Vivian is also cool and yells back. I can hardly remember Pedro yelling at me. That's why Vivian was so angry and sad. Even though I trust Pedro most and rely on him, I wonder how much Pedro denies me.
"It's a classic little scoundrel's dialog that appears in cartoons, games, and animations and thinks it's justice. As far as the murdered side is concerned, it has nothing to do with the convenience of the murdered side. I just ended my life irrationally."
"Then you should've stopped sooner. You didn't seriously try to stop me, even if you disagreed with me. You knew that in your heart, didn't you? He said I did it the right way. An effective means. I'm going to be a good kid now, or I'll throw up."
The two scolded each other.
Then Pedro looked as if the possession had fallen, and stood up and turned his back on Vivian.
"Vivian, I'm sorry... I can't keep up with you anymore...."
"Are you going to betray me?
"I don't care what you do, but I'm done here."
"You were the only one who believed me....."
Hearing Pedro's words, Vivian shook his voice and his fist. My eyes were on the brink of closure.
"I'll kill you!
"Tochi, are you crazy?"
Pedro murmured with despair in response to Vivian shouting and attacking him, avoiding Vivian attacks.
Vivian already produces bird scales, mouth and hook nails. I could fight Pedro, but I didn't mean to.
"I should have done this sooner... If you don't betray Vivian... But you're wrong!
Pedro activated his abilities when he screamed with determination.
"What!? Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Suddenly Pedro's body was wrapped in white powder, and the powder spread and covered Vivian's body. Not only is his vision blocked, but Vivian coughs violently with powder in his eyes, nose, throat, and ashes.
Vivian got thin and coughed up and ran forward, but he didn't come out of the powder and hit the wall.
When the powder that had been standing like smoke was stretched, Pedro was no longer there.
(Deal with it before the people of Nudist School know it... or be ashamed and ask for help...)
Troubled Vivian.
(Choosing the former may cause more bad things to happen, and the latter may be seen less…)
After all, Vivian chooses the latter and contacts Murdoch to discuss the situation.
Okay. I was on my way right now. We'll look for it too. "
Murdoch told me over the phone in a careless voice.