After a moment of silence, the godfather stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears that he shed unconsciously, and his expression became calm again.
"I made you laugh, Miss Morgan.
"I think there are probably some unforgettable feelings that are still engraved in this body."
These are obviously not words that a "barber" should say... He must rely on these words to resolve the situation, which has proven that he is in a miserable state.
According to the barber's ideas and general logic, at this time Morgan should continue to ask "What is the relationship between you and Bluebird" and "Why do you have the body of Bluebird".
In this case, he could easily say that he was a thief who used psychic powers to steal Blue Georgie's identity and body, so he could distance himself from Morgan.
But Morgan's reaction was not logical...
"That's enough."
Morgan put his hands behind his back and spoke softly every word.
"……What?"
Even though he was as smart as his godfather, it was difficult for him to understand Morgan's thoughts that were as erratic as the wind.
Looking at the bird feathers in his hair, Morgan's expression became gentle.
"I know that he didn't forget me until he left... That's enough."
"enough"
The godfather, who was famous for his eloquence, became clumsy in front of Morgan.
Morgan, who is slightly taller than Russell, only reaches the barber's shoulders.
She followed the barber so that he could smell the shampoo just by leaning over.
When he smelled this smell, another memory seemed to emerge in his mind.
That feeling made the barber feel a sharp pain deep in his head... He could even hear his own heartbeat clearly and feel the blood vessels above his temples pulsing powerfully.
It seems like I have smelled the same fragrance somewhere...
Inexplicably, I remembered the light of the setting sun, the warmth of the sun at noon, and the laughter in the early morning.
The creaking sound of the swing, the childish smiling faces appearing in front of my eyes, the noise of two people singing while sharing a microphone.
That warm feeling is no illusion.
He finally couldn't deceive himself and suppress the emotion that was rushing like a awakening... His eyes became hot, and tears fell down again.
"Okay..."
Morgan reluctantly handed over a dark blue handkerchief: "Did I make you cry again? Sorry, sorry..."
"...Was he such a crybaby before?"
The barber's final obsession as an actor is to at least refer to that identity as "him" instead of "me".
He took the handkerchief and wiped his tears.
Then he folded it up and put it into his pocket... But until then, he thought of something, and he paused before taking it out.
But his arm was held down by Morgan.
"Let's keep it as a souvenir."
She whispered: "Crybabies will always need it."
The barber nodded silently and took his hand out of his pocket.
"That's great."
Morgan saw the barber obeying his words, and suddenly smiled again.
She sighed: "It's almost like a date."
"……Dating?"
"He has never gone out with me at night."
Morgan said softly: "The uncensored people in the downtown area often come up to kill, rob or kidnap... so my father never let me go out at night before.
"I occasionally look at the misty gray-white moon in the sky and think about him flying to my window and taking me to the moon."
When talking about the many crimes committed by the Uncoded against Uptown, the Godfather also fell silent.
Morgan paused and said with a smile: "But it's reasonable, after all, he is a weak little bird.
"When I was in school, I didn't dare to tell others when I was bullied. I could only come to me and cry.
"You may have grown so tall, but your personality is so soft."
"You're really incompetent."
The barber lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice.
Morgan echoed: "Yes... what an incompetent man.
"But there is no way. I have been protecting him since he was a child."
The two of them walked in the dark freight aisle. The only light was the light from the surrounding factories, and the only sound was the roar of machines.
"There is a sound of ocean tide in the sky."
"Um."
"I think it's more beautiful than moonlight."
"...the sound of tide?"
"yes."
Morgan looked up at the dim ocean currents that lay upside down in the sky.
The sun has not completely set yet, so it is not that dark. The sea in the afternoon, including the shadow cast by the floating city... is also ultramarine blue.
"You know, 'Morgan' is the name he gave me."
"Is this the code name?"
"Yes. r (sea)-ge (birth). The meaning of this name is 'born in the sea'."
She looked at the sea above her head with some melancholy, listening to the never-ending sound of the tide: "Because he always felt that the Glazed Songbird was the same color as the sea.
"That's the farthest distance from the sky, which means it's unlucky.
"He told me that one day he might fall into the sea... I hope I can be born from the sea at that time."
"...It's really irresponsible."
"Right. I think so too."
Morgan smiled softly: "How can I live alone."
She said, looking back at the barber.
At that moment, the barber felt as if his heart was being grasped and tightened by something.
She was not looking at the "Barber" or the "Godfather".
Instead, look through his outer shell to see what's inside.
As if speaking to Lan Gegui, she said softly: "He has extraordinary talents...
"It's just a lack of opportunity.
"It's just a little more restraint."
"...talent?"
"Talent."
Morgan nodded: "He is a genius...
"He is actually much smarter than me. The reason why his grades are not as good as mine is because he deliberately controlled his scores to be lower than mine. Because he said that he can do other things... He can sing and write songs. He
The darts he throws always have ten rings, and he can play with the yo-yo very coolly.
"The only clumsiness is probably that he doesn't know how to play games. He is always very bad at playing games and needs me to guide him.
"He has never had a fight because he is very sincere to people and has no selfish intentions. He always has many friends around him, unlike me... I only have him."
The smile on Morgan's face gradually faded: "I am a selfish person.
"I guessed that he was controlling his points in order to make me agree that he would give up his studies and 'pursue his music dream.' But I didn't say it out loud.
"I thought to myself, 'It is better if one person goes to college than if both of them have no money,' and I convinced myself, 'This is his dream, and he should be allowed to pursue it.'
"But I know that it's a lie...it's a lie to myself. He gave up his studies just to support me in school.
"The correct thing is that I am willing to bear that high student loan with you, and we go to school together. It will take half my life to pay it back, and the remaining half of my life to live."
"...but it was that moment of selfishness at that time that made us what we are today."
She sighed silently.
Tears slipped silently from the corners of Morgan's eyes.
"I regret it so much."
Morgan said quietly: "My heart hurts as if it was bitten by poisonous insects.
"If I had stopped him from becoming a singer, would it not be the case now?
"We can lie on the grass at home or at school at noon. He can lie on my lap, and I touch his hair to coax him to sleep. I look at his peaceful sleeping face and play him in my ear.
The music I sang..."
Her eyes gradually filled with tears.
The voice that had been calm gradually collapsed: "I regret it so much...
"I regret it so much..."
The emotions surging in his heart made the buzzing in his head get louder.
finally
For a moment, Blue Geyun's face suddenly cracked.
"ah……"
The barber couldn't help but cover his left eye, stopped, and groaned in pain.
The severe pain made the nerves in his eyes seem to be pulsing.
"What's wrong?"
The first time, Morgan heard his screams.
Although her tears had not yet been wiped dry, her eyes became blurry and red and swollen... But she still wiped her face and immediately grabbed the barber's left arm and moved him away forcefully.
His arm looked at what he was blocking.
I saw that the barber's face looked like broken porcelain...
A crack about five centimeters long burst out on the left side of his face from his forehead to his cheekbone.
The sky-blue left eye lost its expression, became dim, and shattered like glass.
A bunch of pale flames surged out from the broken pupils.
When Morgan moved the barber's left hand away, she saw the pale flame.
At that moment, something seemed to sound deep in my heart:
"You have the talent of a flying bird, Phila."
A childish voice sounded.
Who is that?
"What is Asuka's talent?"
The next moment, a familiar voice sounded
She immediately recognized that it was Fila, who was thirteen or fourteen years old.
Ah, it turns out that is my voice...
"That is to say...as long as you give up the things on this earth, sooner or later you will fly to the sky.
"But I'm different. I can only run on the ground...but I will try my best to chase you in your direction."
"...Then I won't fly."
"You want to fly!"
"I don't!"
"Why are you so unambitious?"
"I don't know other birds, I only know you. If I fly away, I won't have any friends."
Through her blurred vision, she seemed to hear the voice of the stubborn young man from the past: "If I can't take you with me to fly... I won't fly."
...You don't have any friends anymore.
You will always have many friends wherever you are...but I will have no friends.
But now, I would rather you fly away... fly away peacefully...
"godfather?"
The vigilant voice of the lone wolf in front sounded: "What's wrong?"
He seemed to hear the pained groan of his godfather, and pulled Big to stop.
"fine……"
The barber raised his voice: "Just keep going forward. Don't stay too far away from us."
"What the hell is going on..."
"We got it!"
Lone Wolf wanted to ask more clearly, but Bigger's louder voice immediately covered him up: "Let's go ahead and check the road conditions first!"
Then, he dragged the lone wolf further ahead.
As his mood gradually calmed down, the cracked marks on the barber's face healed quietly.
Looking at Morgan, the barber's expression became inexplicably complicated.
...Morgan even wanted to laugh a little.
Although she did not know the "godfather", she was too familiar with Blue Bird.
His expression now is exactly the same as when he said "I'll find a way to get you some money" in front of him.
"...Do you have any wishes, Ms. Morgan?"
At some point, he replaced "Miss" with "Ms."
And such a title made Morgan feel happy.
She thought seriously.
"No more..."
Morgan wiped away tears and smiled easily: "I am very satisfied to be able to walk with him under the moon.
"I feel happy knowing that he will still miss me until his death..."
"…What about other than that?"
The barber asked seriously: "Do you have any other wishes you want to achieve?"
"Anything?"
"Well, it's okay even if it can't be done."
"...It's not that difficult. It's just that it's impossible this time."
Morgan smiled sheepishly: "I just wanted to...
"Being able to lie down in a warm home and in a sunny place.
"Feeling the warmth of the sun, slowly falling asleep, and dreaming about him... I am satisfied with just that. I don't expect anything else."
Such a simple wish.
But this is so difficult to achieve.
As long as she gives up revenge and can accept herself quietly disappearing into reincarnation, she can indeed do this.
But she didn't want to give up.
Maybe eventually when she is completely tired and exhausted... she will take poison and sleep under the sun.
Until the end, she was unwilling to let the cause of her death become "killed by Camarse".
If she really couldn't change all this, at least she had to choose her own way of ending it.
"That's my last wish."
she emphasized.
"I accept this wish."
The barber nodded slowly.
His expression was like asking his birthday in the past, mumbling the numbers, and thinking about what kind of gift he wanted to buy for himself.
"So...what is your first wish?"
Suddenly, the barber seemed to remember something.
He asked: "Before you step into this quagmire..."
Because the barber suddenly remembered.
On the day he killed Xiao Liuli and obtained Lan Geyu's mask...
He met Miss Morgan.
She said at the time: "Looking back in the end, it is indeed different. The drinks I like to drink, the work I do, and my future dreams. Everything has changed."
"What was your dream at that time?"
"...then?"
Hearing this, Morgan was silent for a long time: "Let me think about it..."
She couldn't think of it for a moment, so she took the barber and continued walking forward.
As she walked, she thought seriously and recalled.
After walking out for a long time, she suddenly exclaimed:
"...Ah, I remembered it!"
"What?"
the barber asked immediately.
"Ah, it's a bit shameful to say..."
Morgan was a little embarrassed.
But she was silent for a while, and then she replied softly: "Back then, I actually wanted to be a [hero]."
"……hero?"
"Every child wants to be a hero, it makes sense."
Morgan recalled with some nostalgia: “In the beginning, I wanted to have ‘admirers’.
"After that...I want to be his hero alone. Be his hero."
"...What do you think of heroes?"
The barber asked in a low voice: "The darling of the media, the toy of the company, the foolish madman...or what?"
"It's wind. It's light. It's any force that's timely enough to change everything."
Morgan answered without hesitation: "Whenever he needs me, I can be there. I think that is a hero."
She asked back: "What about you?"
"...A hero is a powerless thing."
The barber took a deep breath: "Something has to be sacrificed, some tragedy has to happen before a hero can be born.
"Many costs are borne by the heroes' relatives and friends, some costs are borne by innocent people...Only a very small number of costs are borne by the heroes themselves.
"Heroes can save many people. But they can't save the people who made themselves heroes that day or that night."
In his mind, his mother who died of weakness appeared in his mind.
Those skinny limbs and pale face will make you feel heart palpitated just thinking about them.
"There is nothing a hero can do."
he repeated.
"If I were the unfettered devil, maybe I could destroy the world with a laugh...but I can't.; My cares are too deep, my personality is weak, and I worry too much.
"If I were an omnipotent sage, I might be able to change the whole world from top to bottom and prevent tragedies from happening again. But I am too powerless... My wisdom, my will, and my talents are just ordinary people.
extent.
"I can't do anything..."
"That's why you awakened your psychic powers," Morgan said softly, "I won't blame you for using his identity. Because I know... deep down in the heart of any psychic, there is sadness.
"Because a person always has to fail completely before he can discover his true desires."
"I……"
The barber stopped talking.
He felt a rare sense of confusion.
My desire... Russell's desire, what is it?
"...I want to help others."
If he realized something, he murmured in a low voice: "I want to make myself... useful."