Chapter 5279 (five thousand two hundred and seventy-nine) Fading away
"At this time, when the hand covering your mouth seems to be gradually moving away from you, aren't you thinking that your mouth will finally no longer be controlled by him?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I...I also thought about this." The man said, "But...but when I thought about it, I also considered another issue...that is...if there are no more blue-armored people there who can be used by me, then... …Then the question of how do I leave.”
"Instead of worrying about your own mouth, you were more worried that no one else was around you at the time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes... yes... then I won't be able to use them." The man said, "And if everyone stays away from me... then I... may feel... when I stay in absolute darkness and cold. ...pass more slowly, although at that time...I didn't know when time would run out...the pain...was...deeper, I would feel that when I was suffering in pain...it would be...more... It’s excruciating.”
The man with gray hands asked: "Then I couldn't see spring at all. What happened to you?"
"I...I just talk." The man said, "As if there are still people in the dark...I just talk...talk to...people who may not be around me at all."
The man with gray hands asked, "Does your mouth still hurt when you talk?"
The man said: "It seems...it doesn't hurt as much as before."
"That means the pain is lessening?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes, as the hand left, the pain in my mouth was indeed lessening." The person said, "But... it was not completely painless. Even though it hurt, I... still had to continue talking. At that time I felt that if I didn’t say it, I really wouldn’t have a chance... to leave there.”
The man with gray hands asked: "What did you say?"
The man said: "I just asked if I really can only continue to live... in that cold darkness, like death..."
"Anyone respond?" the gray-hand man asked.
"No." The man said. "Do you feel less hopeful now?" asked the Gray Hand.
"Not really." The man said, "Because...because before, I felt that even if those people in blue armor heard my voice...they...wouldn't necessarily respond immediately. Of course...if I hear my voice at this time... It should feel a lot better if you respond.”
The gray-handed man said: "What next?"
"Then I asked...asked if anyone could...tell me." The man said, "I asked them...who had spoken just now. I asked...if they could say it again."
The gray-hand man said: "Still no one said anything?"
"Yes, at this point...no one is still paying attention to me." The man said.
"Do you still think there will be anyone around?" the gray-hand man asked.
"At this time... I'm actually a little scared." The man said, "I'm afraid that there will be no one, but... But just... tell yourself that there is someone, tell yourself that they just ignore me, and ignore me for the time being... maybe... after a while... Someone paid attention to me."
The gray-hand man said: "At this time, you haven't thought about whether they are blue-armored people?"
"When I'm really scared, I really...don't think too much about it." The person said, "I always feel...that it would be nice if someone responded to me."
"Is your tone still as angry as before?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Not as angry as before." The man said.
(End of chapter)