Black Witch (2)
Fray has been facing the North Korean space for a long time. I didn't feel used to it. I spent a lot more time in the real world than in the real world.
It's because he doesn't feel like he misses the gang at all. ’
Originally, the body is moving directly from a place where it is not allowed to exist. I feel a false sense of fact alone. 'No. I'm a psychic now. ”Fray's body is on the continent. He's in hell now. Of course, I couldn't leave the body alone, so I brought my own insurance.
Frey looks around. There's no need to wander around looking for Iris. Frey's talking about the next gang.
I have a deep understanding. I can see where she is. “Iris," his voice echoed in a dark space. The answer never came back. Frey once called her name. I don't think I heard "Iris”. Imiris will be deeply assimilated into this space.You 'll never notice Fray's intrusion. But the answer doesn't come back, because I don't want to talk to her.
Frey lowers his head and starts muttering low. It's a horrible place to say solitude. At first, only the brain was resected and trapped in the tunnel. I knew it wasn't luck that the accident was allowed. ”This was a terrible punishment. It's a space full of silverware. Even if you call yourself a shrew, you will not be able to endure and go mad. You can't do anything without frustration. You can't rip your head off, you can't make a sound, you can't cause a seizure.
Only direct thinking is allowed in a world where nothing is seen, heard or felt. Rod Gadalifray was not locked up in a mooring gang. He thought it was a much worse punishment than taking his life. I actually did.
“Do you think this is atonement?" [...!] I felt the space fluttering. Iris was clearly fluttering. She was also listening to her own voice.
But Frey wasn't happy with what they were expecting, but his mind became heavy. “There must have been an episode. I killed Schuhijer, I had an episode of Kazakhstan and Lucid, and I was beside Rod.... but you're not going to tell me the exact reason behind the log.” Absolutely, now I can see why Freydog. Iris wonders about dual behavior. “You don't want to be forgiven. ”
Frey recalls what he said just before Iris broke up. 'Iris was angry then. He was smiling faintly, but he was clearly outraged. She doesn't want Fray's forgiveness, so she keeps her distance, hides her back.
“When I heard everything, I thought I'd forgive you. ”
Iris thought so. If someone else had stopped like that, it would have been unpleasant. It's not as bad as having someone come to a conclusion about the challenge of self-determination.
I don't have it, so it's a nightmare. She assumes herself, and deserves to conclude. "... I will respect your choice.” I wonder what happened. I want to know what the innards were in her choice. Isn't it obvious? Iris was one of Lucas's deepest friends, who promised eternal friendship.
I wanted to hear her reasoning, comfort her, and forgive her. But if Iris doesn't want that, Frey won't.
Frey respects Iris' choice, so he thinks the deeper the relationship, the more thorough the respect. “But there's something wrong with you. Don't run. I know your worth. It's unproductive and irrational to leave it in this space.” Fray's voice is getting serious. “Iris, if you want to take responsibility for your mistakes, follow me."
It was a definite voice without further ado. Once again, I felt that space was far away.
Iris' mind is definitely fluctuating.
“I'll make the best of it. I'll bet everything on me, but it's hard to be alone. I need help. Next to you and Dao, keep moving forward. Make atonement for it.” [...] That.] Iris opens her mouth for the first time. But it wasn't her voice. Telepathy, something close to the idea. Her split voice quietly echoed in her head.
[For me, it's not atonement. It's not punishment.]
“What?" [And I'm not trapped. We can get out of here anytime. We're just waiting for the moment.] “Are you saying you can get out of the gang by yourself?" Frey doesn't understand, but he doesn't come back. But somehow I feel like she's smiling bitterly. [I don't really like writing.] It's a story that has nothing to do with the current situation. But Frey listened to her voice without saying anything.
[But, there's nothing better than a text. I used it to be a diary. It's a little... No. I used to write a lot of Idmund, but it's still a pretty neat amount. Ahaha. Are you sure? It's been 4,000 years.
[If it's time, please read it.]... Where is it? "[Not yet. I wrote less.] I heard Iris laugh. [It's okay. It's going to be all right. I don't know anything else, but the readiness is thorough.You can't do anything. Sufficiency
We all know that. Lucas has done far more amazing things than we expected.] That was Iris's illusion. Frey knows how much duty he has. And if he stops now, the rest allowed to Frey will be over. “No, it's starting now.” Iris burst into laughter. It was a cheerful laugh. [... I knew you would say that. But don't ignore your instincts.]
“….” [Please make a better world.] Argh. Frey felt his body being pushed by the intangible force. It doesn't feel coercive. It's rather soft. It seems that someone is gently reaching out to himself.The face of Fray suddenly hardens. At the moment of escaping the gangs, I felt the same sensation. I thought of Rod's words as reckless. 'Are you taking it easy? You found a gap, and you managed to get out of the gang?'
No way. Frey suddenly opens his mouth. “Iris! If I could get out of the moose, would you.....” [If you were me] I cut off Iris's whispering.
I believed that I would survive, that I would be able to come back, that I would not lose my mind, that I would not give up, and it proved that I was right.] “… iris” [I was glad to see you.]
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Hitumaikar, it's been a long time since I've been in the Dark Forest. Ivan ended up making an impression. “You're not coming.” I was talking about Dro. He looked back. Follow Anastasia Shadohill's gaze.
"I think it's too late. I'm not gonna lose my way.“ Shit. I don't care. Let's go.
You want me to pick you up? "“ No. ”Anastasia shakes the dog.“ I don't think we should go that way. ”Why"? "" They feel ominous. ”“... ”It was a statement lacking logical grounds, but Ivan sympathized with Anastasia's words. He was also quite confident. 'There were many lives to be saved, and Ivan scratched his neck.
From the time you leave Dro alone, the ominous feeling of licking someone's throat does not disappear. If you go back, something bothersome will happen. Ivan's instincts are warning you. “I was thinking, why don't we just smash up the forest and get out of here?" I felt like I was ignorant, but Anastasia Shadow could no longer deny it. She thinks she took too much time out of the woods. “I think so. I don't feel the scale of the assassins.”
It was the moment she mumbled low. I felt it in the back. It was in the direction of the drawer. Ivan leans and turns his head. “Are you coming now? Too late.." He could not speak. There was an unimaginable face. The young man with gray hair, it was no different. Ivan was pale. “Frey! Ha. I'm going to live now. How did you manage to get into the island?" Frey says, "You don't have to be trapped in these woods anymore. A lowly man
This shield will be broken by the magic of the seedling that Rafan Ivan does not know. Naustasha's expression was not pleased with the goods. "... I don't think it's Freigan.” What "?" You “are also a modern man. That's amazing.” "Huh?" Frey writes or doesn't write a biography, and the Vatican opens its eyes, and so do the others.
I put my hands on Zekiddo Calzarueson, who has been silent ever since.
"Who are you?" Frey smiles nicely. "I'm the Great Trowman.” “... Grey, Trowman?" Ivan laughs with his name in his mouth.
“Then... what are you? Fray's offspring?" 4,000 years ago, it wasn't weird to have offspring, but everything was weird except the reverse log. “Descendants? That's not it.” Anastasia is a rigorous and serious
"How can you say that?" “You couldn't have made a woman who didn't even know it. I would have remembered it better when I did.” And I became as serious as she was.
“In that case, Marfrey was until that age..."
“Yes. He's a cannabis in the true sense.” Ivan couldn't resist the awe. “Oh, my God, for 4,000 years... I mean, he was so much bigger than I thought. ”
Anastasia gasps in a sad voice. “That's the fate of the Ninth Star Wizard. You were physically castrated. And I think you two are best friends.” The moment the blood vessels popped out of Anastasia's forehead, Frey. No, I saw someone next to Grey. “What are you talking nonsense about?" She said. She looks at Anastasia with an absurd face. Ivan says with a shaky face.
“Why are you here?" "That's the guy you control now.” Anastasia looks at Dassis Grey. “... The body seems to be Freni. He's a different guy. What happened?"
The masseuse nods. “Don't get me wrong. This is just for the guy.” “Please?" Yes. "I have a favor to ask of you, including his prayer.” She opens her mouth with a serious face.
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