You've never seen him so serious.
His palms have no rough scars or frostbite, they are a pair of well-protected hands. He has great strength and can easily protect himself in troubled times, so naturally he cannot understand your sacrifice.
That hand is very close to you... You don't need to lean over, you don't need to use any strength, you can hold it. In that palm, it seems that a bright and glorious tomorrow is presented.
As long as you hold it.
All you have to do is... hold on.
You reached out your hand and gently placed it on his palm.
The moment you took his hand, you felt as if you had turned into a flying bird, and the night wind was like the feathers growing from your arms, rustling in the quiet night. You saw the excitement in his eyes, as if he was crying with joy, but after a moment of silence, you still spoke:
"Feel sorry."
"I can't go with you."
“…”
At this moment, it seems as if a gust of wind blows into you.
Completely blown away.
"What a person gains and loses in life is never up to him." You said, "Respect my decision. Go and pursue your freedom. Aren't you a bird? Why do you care what I do?"
Noah's hands instantly lost all heat.
He looked down at the city below, and then looked into the distance at the battlefield and ruins. He suddenly felt a belated pain, bitterness, despair, and surging emotions clinging to his heart.
He finally realized that you were truly beyond redemption by him.
"Okay," he said.
"Then if the [two-dimensional] is opened, are you willing to enter it and help me manage humans and protect them?" you said.
"Humph." Noah smiled coldly:
"When the [two-dimensional] is turned on and I see your bionic body for the first time, I will definitely catch him and beat him up."
“Please feel free, I’m sure he won’t be mad,” you said.
Noah said: "But before that, please enjoy your last moments peacefully and don't tire yourself out again..."
He didn't finish his words.
You have fallen backwards.
He reached out and pulled your body to his side, allowing you to sleep more comfortably.
You can't see his complicated look.
Before falling into a deep sleep, you heard his vague voice, ringing in your ear, mixed with sobs.
"... Stupid, so stupid."
"Why would I die for an illusory spring..."
"If it were me, I wouldn't..."
…
332 days into the war.
You completed the last bit of work.
Today is December 30th, the first year of the Cataclysm, and the second to last day before the opening of [2D].
It is also the second to last day of your life.
In the past few months, you have created some androids, such as the android of Tretia and the android of Yue, so that it seems as if they are still alive beside you.
All the work is done, and you open a copy of "On Human Faith and the Origins of Inequality" and read the last book of your life.
After thousands of simulations, your soul's lifespan has become very long. You have experienced so many things that you have forgotten many things.
What is your hobby? What was the first book you read? Which story impressed you the most? What is your favorite song...
These unique "personal" hobbies have long become blurred in your memory.
Some people say that countless "personal hobbies", such as favorite games, favorite songs, favorite TV series, etc., together make up a "person". This is the proof that a "person" is different from others.
But you have forgotten those things that belong only to you.
——You have long been forcibly pulled out of the category of "human", nailed to death in the focused sight of people, with your flesh and blood withering in the statue, showing the appearance of steel and stone. There is nothing that belongs to you alone that can awaken the burden in your soul.
"I chose this path of tying myself up."
"I chose this responsibility."
"So, become an empty shell, become a statue..."
You close the book in your hand, and it no longer has any meaning to you. You have seen so many things passing by, and nothing can surprise you.
“…That’s what I wish.”
Ginkgo leaves fall on your shoulders.
It is known as a "living fossil".
You think, maybe in people's eyes, you will also become a "living fossil" in human civilization, never withering, never decaying, living forever in a corner of the world, fulfilling everyone's expectations.
You heard footsteps, Xi walked up to you and covered your eyes with his hands.
"Guess who I am?" she chuckled. She didn't know you were going to die.
“…”
You didn't speak.
This kind of little fight is just "boring" to you. It is not interesting at all except wasting time.
She stuck out her tongue and released his hand: "I haven't responded to your jokes lately... We are leaving this dimension tomorrow. I will take you to see the scenery of this dimension one last time..."
She pushes your wheelchair, which rustles across the ginkgo leaves on the ground and crushes the golden carpet.
You talked a lot, and you were like an old man who liked to reminisce about the past, recounting your past times over and over again.
You think about traveling together as a group of nine people during the first month.
You think of your youthful and high-spirited self when you fought on the first battlefield.
You think about the many rescues you and your companions have performed, and there are always children pulling at your sleeves, as if you are a very secure person.
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