Chapter 168 "Don't Cry"
A robin is worth more to a family or a company than ten kasperiats put together.
In An Ming's eyes, the robin is a priceless treasure and he would never compare it to anything because it is meaningless.
The robin always wins, no matter what's on the other side of the scale, the outcome won't change.
Other people's lives, tragic past, and painful future are indeed worthy of sympathy, and An Ming is willing to help these people in need.
But they shouldn't raise their guns at the robins.
No one can raise a gun against a robin. Compared with the life of a robin, any life seems insignificant.
An Ming admitted that he was a selfish person when it came to matters related to the robins.
His hands were already covered in blood, and he didn't care if they got more. As long as the little bird could be protected, it would not matter if these people died.
The robin stared at the boy lying in a pool of blood and gave a somewhat bitter smile.
"Not everyone is worth saving, that's what you're trying to tell me, right?"
"Thanks..."
The robin felt his steps tremble a little, but he continued to move forward with strength.
If I give up now, then what is the point of pursuing my ideals all along? It is just a ridiculous self-admiration, just... a mockery of my former naivety.
Reality will shatter dreams and reveal the bloody truth.
"What is that?" Eski smashed the telescope into the sand. The cracked mirror reflected the broken body. "No, you were scared by a woman!"
He was angry, but then he heard the harmonious rhythm, and the beautiful memories of the past flashed through his mind unconsciously.
But is there really beauty here?
Oppression by Parliament, cruel exploitation, and ever-higher taxation.
They are not wrong, never.
Eskey yanked the pendant off, took out the Philosopher's Stone from it, and put it into the magazine.
Use this only hope to shatter the absurd dream that is holding them back.
The beauty in the song has never favored him. The ridiculous dream can only see the memories of the past, but cannot depict a happy future.
If the future never existed, how can we depict it?
"If you indulge in that song, nothing will change," Eski walked out of the base and shouted, "Pick up your weapons and create that future with your own hands!"
A loud roar broke out the next moment, and terrifying flames instantly engulfed the base.
Before Eski even stepped onto the battlefield, he was burned to ashes by the holy flames that erupted from the liquid crystal, and hundreds of meters including the base were instantly detonated.
It turned into dust, and finally only the smoke that lingered for a long time remained.
An Ming calmly watched everything in front of him, only his gaze slightly moved upwards to look at the giant ship floating behind the clouds in the sky.
It was as if he was looking at Zhenzhu on the chair from a long distance.
If a lead doesn't exist, create it.
It only takes a tiny spark to detonate the entire Kaspernyat.
Hatred is the fuel, liquid crystal is the carrier, and in the end, with just a slight touch, "bang!", the war will break out completely and can no longer be controlled.
It's not easy to be a savior.
The moment Eski died, the war would never end. At this moment, it didn't matter who the real murderer was. What mattered was who people thought the murderer was.
"Walk."
An Ming immediately grabbed Robin's arm and took her away from the front line of the battlefield as quickly as possible.
If the situation could be eased under mutual agreement before, now there is no possibility at all and the war will break out completely.
Sometimes death can accomplish more than life, and that was exactly the case with Eskey's death.
The air became oppressive, like a falling abyss.
The robin's voice was a little hoarse from singing. Under the gray sky, she numbly followed An Ming to evacuate the dangerous front line.
The sound of gunfire rang in my ears, completely drowning out the lingering echo of the harmony.
One life after another is taken away in front of the robin's eyes. If being born here is a sin, then the ultimate relief is death.
Is this correct?
Perhaps numbness is the best salvation. Not coming here and not watching is the best ending.
The robin thought of the sky over Catchpete, which was just as terrifying on the day the star core fell.
She wants to fly into the sky, also to prove that she is no longer the little girl who can do nothing.
In that ruins, An Ming lost his right arm because of her.
At that time, she could do nothing but watch An Ming being pressed against the other side of the wall and feel the mother who was hugging them gradually losing her breath.
The little girl that day finally became the big star she had always dreamed of, thinking that this would be able to make up for her past regrets.
But in the end, nothing can be done.
The robin just found it ridiculous. What was the point of all the things he had done over the years?
Still needs to be protected by An Ming, and still nothing can be saved.
"Don't think about it."
An Ming's voice is still so reassuring, and the halo as dazzling as the sun has always been a beacon guiding the robin forward.
"You have done all you can, so no one has the right to blame you."
An Ming didn't finish his sentence. The second half was, except yourself.
People cannot escape from their fragile selves forever. Only by looking directly into their hearts can they overcome the past.
The sound of explosions continued to echo in their ears, and under the leadership of An Ming, Robin quickly left the most dangerous front line.
But those who died can never come back.
An Ming handed the robin a glass of water and said, "You have tried your best." People call those things that they cannot change despite their best efforts fate.
The robin took the cup of water, and its blue eyes peered through the transparent wall of the cup, and saw a flash of light between the reflected glass.
The little girl among the ruins picked up the blood-stained pistol, and a hint of sadness appeared in her numb eyes.
"Why did you kill my brother?"
She seemed to be talking to herself.
Before that, a crisp gunshot echoed over the ruins, and the blood-red Philosopher's Stone shot out from the muzzle and shot towards the robin like a meteor.
to die.
Go, die, die, die!
Why are you still alive?
Why didn't you die together!
In that instant, An Ming's pupils shrank slightly, and he was too late to push the robin away!
The familiar warmth surrounded the robin again.
An Ming chose to hug.
The gorgeous blood-red flowers bloomed with hideous colors behind him, and time seemed to be frozen at this moment.
"Mockingbird."
The only voice left in the world is his.
The voice said to her gently:
"do not Cry."