Under normal circumstances, Andy would definitely answer like this: "I will choose if you ask me to. I don't want to lose face. Why does saving Scarlett have to be a certain part of my decision? Can't it be my decision?"
As you can imagine, the other party will immediately ask: "So who are you?"
This will bring the topic that Andy took away from him back on track.
Realizing that he had been fooled, Andy took a serious look at himself across from him for the first time. His young and handsome face looked like he was thinking seriously, which was actually a bit touching.
Ah, isn't this a bit perverted?
Fortunately, he rarely looks in the mirror, otherwise he would be extremely narcissistic.
However, I had no time to joke around, but my heart was slightly shuddering.
The other party was far from the artificial intelligence he imagined. At least he understood the topic of purposeful counter-guidance.
This aroused Andy's curiosity, and he wanted to see what the other party was doing.
Originally leaning forward on the back of the chair, Andy put his hands on his face and asked with a smile: "Which do you think I used to make my decision? Depravity, virtue, or knowledge?"
'Andy' thought for a moment and said, "It's not from a certain aspect, but the complete decision I made."
"What kind of lofty views did I think you would have? It seems like this? Then what am I, or who am I?"
'Andy' fell into a long silence, "Born in another world, living in this world?"
"You even know this, I'm becoming more and more curious about who you are."
"I am you."
"You're obviously not me, and you're still shocked when I'm joking."
"There are positive and negative polarities deep in the origin of all things. The me you see is the opposite of yourself you see in the eyes of gods."
Andy shook his head slightly, "I don't believe it. I don't deny the inner opposition, but opposition means the opposite, black and white, yin and yang. Between you and me, who is black and who is white, who is yin and who is yang?"
"Because the two of us are just sitting here chatting, of course it's hard to tell."
"Then I'll fight two against each other?"
After Andy said this, he was suddenly stunned, "What did you say before? Say it again?"
"Because the two of us are just sitting here chatting, of course it's hard to tell."
"No, it's your initial question."
"Who are you?"
Andy looked serious, "I can't give an accurate definition of who I am, because the inner opposition makes me constantly lose something and gain something, which keeps me in constant change.
But who am I is not impossible to answer. If you can’t tell the difference while sitting, then get moving.
I was the one who saved Scarlett, I was the one who planned to kill Donald, and I was the one who went to the tavern to tell stories. I see myself in the eyes of the gods, so who do the gods see me as?"
'Andy' first frowned, then raised his eyebrows, and finally raised his eyebrows. He praised: "You are really smart."
Andy leaned back in his chair and said, "With just your words, I started to believe that you are me."
Even though 'Andy' knew that it was him who was facing him, he still wasn't comfortable with his narcissism, but how could I put it, this narcissism seemed to make sense.
He is the 'Andy' at this moment, and he is also the eye of the gods. Over the thousands of years, thousands of people have sat here, but no one has ever made progress like today on the question of 'who am I'.
It’s not that they are not smart or wise, it’s that they either lack qualities or have more fears.
There are also some who have no shortage of qualities and fear, but are either depraved, pure, or knowledgeable. Facing the eyes of gods, they will subconsciously show what they think is a perfect version of themselves, and then cover up other aspects.
Perhaps this shameless narcissism that he never hides is a reflection of his characteristics?
'Andy' agreed with this answer in his heart, but what he needed was more than just an answer. He looked back at Andy, who had relaxed, and had no intention of letting this topic go easily.
"You said your actions reflect your own self. I want to know, what kind of yourself do you see? According to you, the self is the center, and events are like mirrors surrounding the body. Different events can at most be regarded as mirrors with different angles.
Everyone I see should be you, right?"
Andy showed an expected smile, "Since it is an external action, I don't need to go into details about the internal reasons. I saved Scarlett to protect the innocent and weak. I killed Donald to punish the bad guys who have done all the evil. I will go
Tavern storytellers cannot bear to see people who work hard to live a life being unfairly persecuted. What these things reflect is the me who said to Noah on the tower, 'I want to be a hero in a fairy tale.'"
"How do you define innocence, evil, wrongdoing, by emotion, reason, or pure intuition?"
"Look at you, you've fallen into the same endless loop again. What the incident revealed was not the split me, but the whole me.
How I define innocence, evil, and injustice is not something I should think about. It is something that should be considered by those who bully innocent people, commit evil deeds, and undermine justice.
I just need to know who I am and what I should do."
"You are so self-confident that you are sure that you are right. What if you are wrong?"
"I didn't say that I am a saint and I will never make mistakes in my life. Doesn't inner conflict always make me progress? If all the choices are correct, there will be no inner conflict."
"What a very convincing answer."
'Andy' sighed, then put his hands flat on the table and asked like an interviewer: "So, who are you?"
Andy thought a lot for a while, and finally he leaned back in his chair and thought: Fuck the incarnation of the gods.
"I am Andy, the person who promised Noah that he would be a hero in a fairy tale and took action for it."
"Even if the road ahead is bumpy?"
"Even if the road ahead is bumpy."
"Even if you get nothing?"
"Even if you get nothing."
"Are you still willing to stick to who you know yourself to be?"
"I still want to stick to who I know myself to be."
"Good luck to you, dear me, brave me."
"Thank you for your blessing, and thank you for helping me tear off my disguise. At least in the future, when I meet another suffering person, I don't need to think of a bunch of reasons to persuade rationality. I can only reach out and ask him if he wants to be with a person who is determined to make a living."
Becoming a hero goes a long way." Andy said with a smile.
'Andy' was stunned again and then laughed.
Seeing that the pure white space was gradually losing color and was about to swallow the two of them, Andy still couldn't help but ask: "So I failed, this awakening."
'Andy' showed a lively attitude for the first time. He winked and said: "Heroes never actively pursue treasures, but in order to protect the good and punish the evil, treasures are always needed to demonstrate justice."
"Let me be clear, whether it is successful or not, we are all our own people. We should keep half of what we say, and we are not afraid..."
Andy on the opposite side gradually lost color, until only Andy remained in the colorless space, and his smaller words.
"I think I'm going to miss you, it was nice talking to you."
A familiar pattern appeared under Andy's feet, which was exactly what Old John had embroidered on his chest. It looked like an enlarged electronic outline.
That's what they call the emblem of the Sacred Eye.
Andy came to his senses again and found that he had returned to Wolfsburg.
Old John couldn't wait to come over and asked: "You have successfully awakened. Are you the incarnation of a god?"