Chapter 5184 (five thousand one hundred and eighty-four) Early
"Why is it different?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Because...I...don't have the same hope for survival as I did a moment ago...When I don't have hope...my thoughts...will be different." That person said.
"What's your reaction?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I just... I just asked... why is this happening?" the man asked again.
"Anyone answer?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Still not." The man said.
"Then what?" The Gray Hand asked, "Do you have any other reaction?"
"I...I said some more words." The man said, "I said...let me die quickly. Give me...a real ending. I want a simpler...ending. I don't... ...This is the ending. This...cannot be...my ending."
"You were already worried that you would end up staying in that cold and dark place?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes." The man said, "I think... this... this seems to be the most terrifying ending... much... much scarier than dying directly."
"Did you see anything when you said these words?" the gray-hand man asked.
"In what respect?" the man asked.
"Have you seen any changes in people in spring?" asked the man with gray hands.
"No." The man said, "Those people... are still the same... blurry... I can't see clearly either."
"Then what happened to you?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I just said... procrastinating, it would be better to... end my life as soon as possible." The man said.
"When you said this, did you really think so?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, it's absolutely true." The man said.
"What would you think if someone came and ended your life immediately after you said this?" The man with gray hands asked.
"According to my mentality at that time, I... I would feel very good... very suitable." The man said.
"Aren't you worried at all?" asked the gray-handed man. "Don't worry." The man said.
"Aren't you afraid?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I'm not afraid." The man said, "What I'm afraid of... is just staying in the same place... in the same cold and darkness..."
"Have you seen any changes since you said this?" The man with gray hands asked.
"I didn't see it." The man said.
"What happens next?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just said...I...don't...like this, no." The man said.
"Don't stay in the cold and darkness where you are?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"You said this and still no one paid attention to you?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "Still... not."
"What happened next?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I said... I said I shouted out, did anyone hear me? I asked... if there is still daylight. I said in a loud voice... I can't live in... that kind of place forever! No! Absolutely not," the man said.
"Having said this, has anything changed?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"Is this the change you were expecting?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No..." the man said, "It's much worse than the expected change..."
"What happened?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I have always been floating in the air. After I said those words, I found myself...sinking a little bit." The man said.
(End of chapter)