Nolra did not go to bed.
——In other words, after experiencing such a special thing, he could not fall asleep.
There are only two types of children. One is to keep everything in mind, and the other is to keep everything in mind.
Nolra belongs to the second type.
He has long learned to see people's eyes, hiding himself behind others, observing everything, and finding a way to survive—
The original Nolra was struggling in the factory for nearly two years through this method.
Although she is thin, she can still survive. Although she is tired, she can still struggle.
Live—
Nolra struggled for so long, just for these three words.
The most fundamental wish of mankind, the most primitive and urgent pursuit.
“No one…”
“At least, no one should…”
He held his head and sat alone under the Nordic aurora.
"If you know the time of your death, and when you will die, no one will remain indifferent..."
"Not even more, someone showed such a reassuring smile..."
"What's wrong with this strange belt?"
He let go of his thin arms and looked at the sky with tears in his face.
——Is this human being in the strange belt really still a human?
The so-called feeling of freedom, the so-called power to live—
Humans in this strange-tale belt will not pursue it at all.
He looked at the back of his hand.
"Well--"
A suppressed moan rang in his mouth.
The back of his hand has changed into a texture like a stone.
Live...
Bang!
He covered the abnormality of his left hand with his right hand.
Even now that I have become a servant, I want to live...
Want to let, Sister Gerda-
If you want to make this strange belt know that you can survive without being stomped by giants, you can leave the village and run freely on the land covered with ice and snow-capped-
Rather than calling this idea a wish, it is simple - stubbornness is more correct.
Not only Nolra himself, he knew that he had seen the great look of human beings struggling to survive.
It is precisely because of the incomparable desire to survive that the so-called dedication can shine so brightly.
——This is what Nolra thinks.
......
Human beings are always fighting death.
The victory over Kaynese did not make Luslan feel more comfortable, but instead made him feel a little tired.
"He is looking for a way out for humans..."
Luslan whispered.
But I only said this.
——He occasionally thinks of the past years and the struggles.
Anno... a strong man who was described by Merlin, who could only be defeated by time, struggled with himself for a lifetime. Looking back, Luslan felt the most, which was emotion... and irony.
Many times, if you make a decisive decision, Annuo will not be so "helpless" in his life.
Loyalty, force, division commander, and children, all of this is actually secondary to Annuo.
【dignity】.
Annuo was always fighting against his dignity during his lifetime, and he didn't see something clearly after his death.
Lawrence's struggle is completely different from Anno.
As he said himself, what he did was more accurate than struggle than revenge.
If you have to summarize, what Lawrence is fighting for is that fate.
【destiny】.
Why did Halle die from the Black Death?
Lawrence asked himself this countless times, and Luslan this way.
Even if there is no rat in the suburbs, there will be rats in the sewer and rats in the warehouse. Who knows which one carries the Black Death virus?
Lawrence is actually unexpectedly selfish.
In the end, he lowered his hands and no longer cared about his life. The things reflected in his eyes were far higher than his life.
Zuocun...
Thinking of this, Luslan sighed.
The man yearned for freedom the most, but he put on a feather coat that was heaviest, so heavy that he could not fly.
——What a bad thing for an orphan from the Shirakawa clan?
I just want to save the country.
Fight for your ideals, die for your ideals.
【ideal】.
Zuocun is such a person.
If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have faced the swords of the new selection group. Many times Lu Silan would actually be glad that Okita had lung disease. As a sword genius, he could not take up his sword early, and completely exposed his softness and helplessness to Zuocun.
If not, Anno Zuomura and Chief Okinao...
If Annuo left behind dignity and nothing was gone, Zuocun left behind ideals and nothing was gone.
And, that sea—
Luslan vomited a breath of smoke.
Freedom, wonderful, as vast as Oshen's mind.
There is no difference between pursuing survival and pursuing freedom.
For him, freedom is equivalent to living. If there is no freedom, his death period will be coming.
only.......
Luslan still didn't expect that after his own intervention, the majestic and tragic epic related to Oshenanos began with himself.
"Free..."
He took the burning cigarette from his mouth and his eyes were a little confused for a moment.
Atlantis is definitely the most enjoyable trip in Luslan.
After all, it is different from other places. This time Luslan really stayed by the extremely great and generous man throughout the whole process until he died.
As for Nolra...
He has no right to choose.
Nothing at all.
To be continued...