I put my hand in the middle and threw it out. Children who are unable to adapt to a more distant environment, are distressed and struggling with loneliness.
That's what I did to Troy, if you look at it now.
Zachariah's accidental death was irresistible in itself. But six years ago, my memory woke up. Or five years before we met again - I wonder if we could have done it. Even after you've already dyed your hands in crime.
Such regret shakes your chest violently.
Yes, the place we met again in this world was the scene of the first sacrifice summons.
As the killer, he was back at the crime scene a year later. Immediately after breaking up, the monster was about to appear again. --It was all Troy's fault.
I wonder how many sacrifices Troy could have made had he noticed at that point. If I had the will to face it seriously, I might have seen it through.
But I turned my back. It was because I was hiding who I was, but I wasn't ready to step into the wound with my own eyes.
It's because it's a previous life. I don't know what I can say in the present situation where I can't overcome the conflict myself.
--I knew I was still suffering.
Even if it was too late, even if the words didn't arrive anymore, even if the wounds licked each other, I should have been able to hit them properly from the front.
The result is in front of you. You're being paid to keep running.
Troy, who dyed his hands with blood so hard that he couldn't turn back anymore, told him to take responsibility. I had to catch up to the point where I had to commit a crime.
"If you sacrifice your life and summon me, you can go back to your original world...?
There's only one reason Troy's done this.
"Come on? There's no guarantee. But the chances of success are up. I know it myself. It feels like the roads are getting paved more and more. The blood and soul of the sacrificed rebirth show us the way to our homeland. So help me take the one-way road backwards."
Troy, who answers, no longer called me Gladys.
The wind is completely reopened and the usual cool air is restored. However, while advancing towards the goal, there was some throwing color seeping into my eyes.
I'm sure you do.
The gravity of the sin of bleeding so much for my own sake, and hatred for me.
In a sense, it leads to a backward-looking positivity homogeneous to Zachariah. It doesn't matter when you die, it doesn't matter what the past or the future is, instantaneous tempuralism.
In the case of Troy, I'm sure he only sees the future. Your future back where it was important. As a Trojan in this world, I have never seen or seen anything before.
Contrary to Zachariah, who gave up everything in his previous life, he was infinitely delusional and thirsty. Whatever sacrifice you make, you will never stop trying to get there.
I know, and I can't stop it. I'm not going to stop it. You can no longer roll down the ramp.
I understand, but I cannot agree.
I'm sure I'll stare up while you're still tied up.
"I don't cooperate in crime. It's not what you think it is. You're responsible for your life. I will resist with all my might."
Troy nods meaningfully to me as I shake off the upset and completely reject.
"Yeah, that's fine. Despair after hope is too deep."
And what I thought, I freed myself from the restraints of my hands.
I don't know, but for now, I get up instantly and kick my face.
Obviously blocked by defensive walls. Shit, I knew it wasn't working.
If the attack didn't work, he went down to the other side of the platform and faced it, trying to distance himself a little.
"Wow, look at your face all of a sudden. Hey, it's getting fun. Try scratching your feet with that aggressive personality. Former" Karate House "
I'm provoking you. Regrettably, as a magician or a first-class Trojan opponent, you won't win a fight.
"What are you going to do?
"The Langley family's home visit (raid) has gone completely crazy, and the chaser is a matter of time. I can't help it, so I thought I'd start the ritual."
As Troy walked gently to the edge of the room, he made a noise and opened the door to the outside.
Standing beside the door, laughing lightly, sticking out two fingers like a piece sign.
"Two, I'll give the teacher a choice. Leave this door now and jump into the monstrous woods, or stay in this safe place against them."
"--Because you want me to bleed for the ritual?
You can't hurt me directly, so you're gonna throw me in front of the monster. No, even if the monsters didn't attack us, if we moved around in the woods, we'd be all wounded.
Looking around the room, it appears that the preparations under the ritual, which had been busy until now, are complete. Does it feel like it can be done remotely anywhere? Application of metastasis magic? I've been doing rituals all over the city.
"That's right, Sensei!
You clap back with a funny attitude.
"I really just wanted you to chop it up with my hands. If you bleed a little, I'll give you a break as long as you keep running. I want you to scratch your feet in an unusual fashion, and finally show me until your sperm and roots are exhausted and you give up. If you stop at the same place for 30 seconds, the ceremony will begin. I'll summon you on the spot."
Explain it pleasantly. Do you really want to see me suffer? So much resentment.
It was the same during forest survival, but how far can ordinary humans escape without any preparation in the presence of monsters? Do my allies already know where I am?
"What if I stay here?
I only have a bad feeling about it, but I'll ask.
Troy laughed hard.
"I think there's a way to get the blood out of you, even if you don't wave violence. Want to try it? I'll be nice to you, Doc?
She looked at me like she was licking me around with her usual light tone and unbalanced temperatures. Her gaze dropped into the bare valley of the dress that had been cut to the chest, and she unexpectedly woke up.
Wait a minute, that won't go into direct harm!? How far is contact possible!? No, I wouldn't dare try!!
No, no, no. Calm down! Breathe out long while telling yourself.
Either run around in the woods where monsters are dying, or Troy will honor you here. I want to cry a little.
More than chastity, life. That's for sure. On top of that, which one do you choose?
"Ah, if you go one step further than the exit, consider that you have chosen to stay in the room and close this door. I still don't mind at all ~"
The moment I sent my gaze to the rolling protective stone, Troy stabbed me in the nail. Damn, you couldn't have picked it up and run.
"I will never give up. What would you do if you ran out into the woods?
"Try it if you can. If it'll keep me entertained for so long, I might feel like I'm going to miss it."
Anyway, I get the right answer. There's no point in making a promise in the first place. Still, if you can earn a little time.
The answer is clear. Choose how to cut it yourself.
Turn your arms and legs around and lightly loosen your body.
So you're the teacher.
Troy smiled harshly at my conclusion.
"Don't forget what I said!!
He screamed through Troy's side and ran out into the woods outside the door at once.
"Yes, start the game"
I heard an uninhibited voice and the door closing from behind.
I will definitely keep running. Help is always coming.