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2 | 1 | 1 | 101 | AniZhuanchangEnd | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory547.jpg | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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4 | 3 | 3 | 301 | As the bass' song quiets down, drowning in the sound of the crumbled stones, Selena cannot help but raises a hand and salutes the veteran before her. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
5 | 4 | 4 | 301 | Then it hits her that she was not watching an opera in the audience seats. The story she just heard was not fictional. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
6 | 5 | 5 | 301 | The bass singer has steadily recited a mission report—except Pieter sang it with his old yet flexible voice as if he was performing a solo in a historical epic. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
7 | 6 | 6 | 301 | It was a story about the moments before a soldier died. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
8 | 7 | 7 | 301 | In that intense battle, the soldier activated the wide-area search radar alone for the decapitation operation on a corrupted signaling device. The search attracted the Corrupted to the soldier's location, leading to his demise. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
9 | 8 | 8 | 301 | This is more or less the same as what Selena has read in the reports. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
10 | 9 | 9 | 301 | —Except for the gruesome scene Pieter is showing her in his terminal of the soldier's fate. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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12 | 11 | 11 | 301 | 1 | Pieter | I watched Florance die before my eyes to send me the location of the device. | 1 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
13 | 12 | 12 | 301 | Pieter | Then the call was terminated. | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
14 | 13 | 13 | 301 | The terminal shows a set of coordinates, followed by a string of garbled codes. It is almost as if the soldier was shouting out the coordinates in the comms before his voice was dispersed by corrupted signals. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
15 | 14 | 14 | 301 | Pieter | Your expression tells me that you can imagine how he looked the moment he died, right? | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
16 | 15 | 15 | 301 | Pieter | I suppose there's nothing I can say that will describe how he looked. | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
17 | 16 | 16 | 301 | Pieter | His tear ducts probably burst from the volume of tears, and those tears would land on the pool of his vital fluid on the ground. You could grow a crystal out from his pain if his regrets were mixed in that pool of water. | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
18 | 17 | 17 | 301 | Pieter | His expression was frozen on the terminal as his call ended, branded on the monitor, staring straight at me until I received the coordinates. | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
19 | 18 | 18 | 301 | Pieter | If expressions are art, then he used his life to show me this artwork of regret and hate. | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
20 | 19 | 19 | 301 | Pieter | How affecting this art is that I wanted to hate as well. | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
21 | 20 | 20 | 301 | Pieter | I've seen so many men and women like him entering the service with enthusiasm, only to end in the same way. | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
22 | 21 | 21 | 301 | Pieter | The expressions and mourns before their deaths are all so similar, like a play performed over and over again. | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
23 | 22 | 22 | 301 | Pieter | How can a performance like that not make you angry and regretful? | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
24 | 23 | 23 | 301 | Pieter turns his eyes toward Selena, his gaze heavy with pain. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
25 | 24 | 24 | 301 | Pieter | Or perhaps what I should regret is writing that opera. Had I been a more mature writer... | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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27 | 26 | 26 | 301 | He does not finish because that possibility is too far-fetched. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
28 | 27 | 27 | 301 | Selena sighs lightly. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
29 | 28 | 28 | 301 | She recalls Pieter's earlier chuckle. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
30 | 29 | 29 | 301 | It was not just dismissiveness... but helplessness as well. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
31 | 30 | 30 | 301 | That helplessness weighs heavier on her heart than how she was dismissed. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
32 | 31 | 31 | 301 | No—that chuckle is not that heavy. What really weighs her down comes from herself. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
33 | 32 | 32 | 301 | Before she decided to look for Flora, she had conjured an answer she would like to hear, the perfect image of Flora's father in her head. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
34 | 33 | 33 | 301 | She often imposes what she thinks onto others, applying her ideas and values to these sculptures that she shapes. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
35 | 34 | 34 | 301 | Now, this sculpture is shattered. Her pride and expectation have sunk her heart, making it difficult for her to breath again. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
36 | 35 | 35 | 301 | The veteran before her is carrying the same burden, but he has traveled much, much further. He feels powerless, seeing the same aspiration in her. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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38 | 37 | 37 | 301 | 1 | Selena | ...I have to see her. | 1 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
39 | 38 | 38 | 301 | Selena finally speaks after a long time. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
40 | 39 | 39 | 301 | 1 | AniZhuanchangBegin | Selena | Florance's daughter. I have to see her. | 1 |