"No, I was just thinking, when I regain my memory, does that mean that the me at this moment was killed by my former self?"
"Why do you suddenly want to engage in philosophical speculation now?" Sonia, whose whole body was tense, was so angry that she couldn't help but feel angry.
Denzel suddenly asked: "Are you scared?"
Ash thought for a while and actually nodded: "Maybe."
"For example," Ash looked at Sonia: "Didn't you say that our real relationship may not be a couple? But now, I really regard you as my lover."
"Or use another one that is more direct, without any room for ambiguity, and completely open-hearted. I like you now."
Sonia was startled.
"But if after leaving the cabin, memory tells us that our relationship is not like that, does that mean that the me who likes you now was killed by the me before?"
"Thinking about it this way," Ya Xiu sighed: "Memory is really a terrifying power."
"But you are just escaping."
Everyone was startled.
The speaker was Di Ya who had just woken up from a coma. She had always been timid, but at this moment she expressed her opinion very firmly: "The past does not exist just because you don't face it, but because you are carrying the past.
, you will become who you are now. Living is a process of killing yourself. Knowledge kills stupidity, reality kills innocence, silence kills voice, and escaping is meaningless, because who we are now is the past.
Results.”
"In order to achieve our goals, it is inevitable to kill ourselves. Even if we start over, fate is a very harsh and narrow passage. What we once gave up must still be given up in the end."
Ash blinked when he heard this: "What you said makes sense..."
"No."
Sonia looked at Diya and then at Ash: "If letting go of the past can make me better, then I would rather let go of the past. Rather than repeat the same mistakes, I believe that everything can start again."
Ash was startled for a moment, and then realized that Sonia was recalling what he had mentioned in their previous chat, "Let's go and make the same mistakes again and torture each other." He couldn't help but laugh: "Who do you want to start over with?
?”
Sonia bared her teeth: "I want you to take care of it!"
At this time, Denzel reached out and put his hand on Ash's hand holding the door handle, "So are you all mentally prepared?"
Sonia didn't show any weakness, stretched out her hand and pressed Denzel's hand, "I'm ready to break up."
Diya put her hand on Sonia's hand: "I...we are also ready."
"Then..." Ashi said, "Knight, lover, sister, lover...see you later."
The overwhelmed doorknob turned hurriedly, eager to send away these tourists.
The cabin door is open.
What comes into view is the countercurrent golden rain that remains unchanged for thousands of years.
When they stepped out of the wooden house, the glow of the countercurrent golden rain was reflected in their pupils, the memory palace was also illuminated, and the darkness shrouded in the wooden house disappeared.
The countless factors that make up their personalities, souls, wisdom, thinking patterns, and laws of action are completely awakened.
Everyone's pupils opened wider and wider.
Open wider and wider
Inside the wooden house.
With Denzel's departure, the phantom of the Queen who returned her memory also dissipated.
But the other three phantoms seemed to still be attached to the warmth of the wooden house and did not leave immediately.
"I think what Diya said just now is very good. You really deserve to be me." The witch walked behind the audience and said with a smile: "It is better to give up as soon as possible. It is useless to escape from the past. In the macroscopic arrangement of fate,
Next time, everything will happen again... Viewers, it’s not too late to change your plans now.”
The spectators ignored the witch, who jumped up and sat down next to Sword Lady, trying to increase her allies: "Sword Lady, what do you think?"
"I think Sonia is right." Sword Girl said calmly: "As long as we can get better, it's okay to abandon the past. I think we have had enough "interferences", viewers, what are we going to do next?
Adopt a more cautious intervention strategy."
The witch was startled: "But I remember you were the most opposed to the plan before."
"This means that I have killed my former self." Sword Girl closed her eyes.
"But aren't you jealous?"
"What am I jealous of?"
"Shouldn't the one who should start over be you who have gone through all kinds of hardships?" The witch leaned into Sword Lady's ear, and the sound of the eighteen-piece ensemble was like a smooth tongue, plucking the chaotic heartstrings: "If it were you, you would definitely be able to
Do better than her..."
"You can regain everything you could not have before, honor, spotlight, warm applause, envious sight..."
"You are walking on an avenue of stars covered with flowers, rather than a bloody road paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood; you will have countless admirers who respect and admire you, rather than countless avengers who hate you; you
To live a peaceful life like an ordinary swordsman girl instead of becoming a "
"You think I resent everything I've been through?"
The Sword Girl grabbed the witch's wrist: "No, I don't resent it at all. The mountains of corpses and seas of blood make me feel intimate. Killing the Avengers is an adjustment activity in life. Calm, ordinary, and society are the top three terms I hate most.
."
"I enjoy every meal that fate prepares for me. It is precisely because I have absorbed enough nutrients that I have become so strong."
"I don't need to act like a weakling, making up for any regrets or reminiscing about regrets."
The witch stared into Sword Girl's eyes: "You avoided my question, aren't you jealous of Sonia Servi?"
"Why am I jealous of her?" Sword Girl's expression remained unchanged: "Although it makes me a little upset that she is so childish, at least she has grown up normally."
The witch stared at the Sword Girl closely, with a subtle curve at the corner of her mouth, and deep malice in her cloudy pupils. The Sword Girl, who was fearless, was a little nervous at this moment, and her hand slowly touched the hilt of the sword.
"Forget it." The witch quickly moved away from Sword Princess and looked at the audience: "Viewer, what do you think? Instead of letting the "present" grow slowly, why not let the "past" end personally?"
"Well..." the viewer said leisurely: "I heard your suggestion."
"Hey!" Sword Lady stood up suddenly: "You don't want to give up halfway, do you?"
"Of course I won't give up halfway." The viewer shook his head.
"Then what do you mean?" asked the witch: "Do you want to reduce intervention as Sword Lady said, or do you want to end immediately as I say?"
"What do I mean?"
The viewer tapped his fingers on the table: "What Ash means is what I mean."
"The choices I made that day have been deeply engraved in my soul, distorted my cognition, and shaped my thinking."
"My character, my consciousness, and my memory all exist to implement this will."
"What do you mean by asking me?"
The spectators glanced at them coldly: "You phantoms who only have longing for you are worthy of questioning my decision?"
