Endless Debt

Boluogo slowly opened his eyes, and waves of intense pain lingered in his mind. After waking up, he did not move his body immediately, but squinted his eyes to think about something.

He couldn't remember what the void world looked like. For this reason, Boluogo guessed that he was not dead, but just fainted due to the exhaustion of ether.

Bologg's condition was very bad, but he personally felt that it was not bad. The long time in the dark cell made Bologg develop an extremely strong willpower, as he often mentioned.

Focus, patience, persistence...

After taking a few deep breaths, Boluogo squeezed some strength from his scarred body. He raised his body, panted heavily, and looked to his side.

Aimu fell aside, with a little light lingering on the body, but for unknown reasons, these lights only covered the upper body, and her lower body was dim.

Recalling the memories before they fainted, the two of them were preyed upon by evil. Countless tumbling scarlet tentacles stirred up ashes all over the sky, and then a blazing foene wind came, turning all living creatures into fireworks.

Even thinking about it now, Boluogo's firm heart will have some waves... These bastards from the Bureau of Order actually locked up a scourge here.

Once the evil wakes up and gets out of trouble, the entire Oath City Opos will become its food, allowing it to feast on it.

Boluogo didn't struggle with this for too long. He was just a condenser, and he was trapped in this hellish place. He didn't know if he could escape.

Things like Disaster should bother a guy of Nesanil's level, and looking at it now, the layers of seals set up by the Bureau of Order are still intact, Disaster is very calm, and the attacks he suffered before were just It's just babble in its sleep.

After thinking about this clearly, Boluogo began to think about another question.

How many evils are there in this world?

Boluogo didn't think that the evil he was looking at was unique. It was once a glorious one, and it sacrificed its soul to the Scarlet Matron to receive protection, and eventually fell into the evil of this world.

There is more than just the Scarlet Matron and the devil in this world, she also has many brothers and sisters, and maybe the evil ones are also the same.

"Amu, are you okay?"

Boluogo stopped thinking about these things and looked at Aimu beside him with concern.

Something is wrong with Aimu.

As an alchemy doll, Aimu does not have all the details to respond to emotions like humans do. Most of the time, she is like a corpse, sitting quietly aside, with only the light in her eyes shining. move.

Logically speaking, it was impossible for Boluogo to penetrate the steel body and directly explore Amu's emotions and thoughts, but he could sense it instinctively.

Something is wrong with Aimu.

Aimu didn't react too much to Boluogo's concern. The light in her eyes flickered a few times as a response, and then she seemed to be thinking about something and fell into deep thought.

Boluogo moved his body laboriously. Under the exhaustion of ether, he was no doubt like ordinary people, and he was constantly suffering from pain. Fortunately, the soul fragments worked at this time.

Invisible glimmers of light rose around Boluoge, providing Boluogo with a meager amount of ether at an extremely slow speed to equalize his own injuries.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Borlog asked.

"The foehn wind passed by three times outside, probably more than an hour."

Aimu counted the time by the number of times the foehn passed by.

"Is that so? It's not too bad."

Boluogo took a long breath. He was afraid that Aimu would say that he had been in a coma for a few more days.

It's unclear whether the flesh and blood outside has calmed down, and Boluogo doesn't plan to go out now. He needs to take a good rest. Even if he can't recover much physical strength, he still needs to relax his spirit a little.

And deal with...the mental state of some team members.

During the training days of Boluogo, Jeffrey taught him a lot of things, not only various methods of dealing with situations, but also some methods for his own teammates.

Of course, what Jeffrey teaches is not to kill teammates when necessary, but how to motivate teammates when they lose their fighting spirit.

Borogo didn't listen very carefully to this part. He felt that he didn't need teammates at the time. Later, he had Palmer as his partner. Although Palmer always looked like a deserter, he never stopped fighting when facing a battle. Never been timid.

Boluogo struggled to move his body to Aimu's side. The two were next to each other. It did not have a warm scene. It was more like a dead person and a dying person getting together. The two whispered. , let’s talk about whether we will go to heaven or hell.

"Aimu?"

Boluogo continued to call, but Aimu still did not respond.

The feeling now is a bit strange. Boluogo felt like a teacher, comforting and enlightening an autistic child.

In fact, Boluogo had some conjectures before, but due to this critical situation, he did not have time to talk to Aimu about these, but he thought that now might be a good time.

"Amu? Amu, listen to me."

Boluogo repeatedly told Aimu that he was rarely so patient.

Reaching out to hold Aimu's head, Boluogo felt that he was really making a human-sized doll. He slowly turned her head and looked into the blue eyes.

"So, Aimu, you feel what death is, right?"

Bologo asked seriously.

When he fell into the big chasm, in order to protect Aimu from falling, he and Aimu were in a state of coexistence until he hit the bottom and fell to a bloody pulp, and Aimu also escaped from him safely at that time. .

Everything went well except for one thing.

In the state of coexistence, Bologg and Aimu are sympathetic. Aimu can not only feel Bologg's joy, but also feel Bologg's pain... and even death.

At the moment when Boluogo hit bottom and died, Aimu also felt the same desire to die and experienced a real death personally.

Boluogo has become accustomed to death, but that does not mean that he is not afraid of death, let alone a being like Aimu. From previous chats, Boluogo can feel that Aimu is a guy who is very sensitive to death. .

This is probably why Aimu's emotions were so out of control when she woke up. Not only did she think she was really dead, but she also experienced death with herself.

Aimu still didn't respond, and Boluogo didn't continue to force her. Instead, he sat aside and waited quietly. He was ready to take action when the next foehn wind passed by, but Boluogo couldn't figure out what to do specifically. clear.

They might continue to go deeper into the interior, try their luck, and find the outpost of the fourth group, or they might try their best to escape to the outside, but it was a deserted place, and Bologo was just waiting to die.

"Nothing is truly mine."

A vague voice sounded, and Aimu's voice was very low, so low that Boluogo couldn't hear it clearly.

Seeing that Aimu finally reacted, Boluogo turned his head and looked at Aimu expectantly, thinking about what was wrong with the alchemy doll.

Aimu slowly raised her head and looked at Boluogo with a blue halo. Her mood was a bit complicated, and it was not easy to say such words.

"Are we friends? Bologo."

"Of course, we are lifelong friends."

Boluogo joked that this is what Palmer often tells himself. Every time Palmer asks him to help him with something, this guy will remember that he is his partner, a good brother through life and death.

"are we friends?"

Aimu repeated again that she didn't care about Bologg's fancy adjectives. She was very serious, as if the next words were a sacred oath.

"We are friends."

Borogo repeated seriously this time.

"You shouldn't lie between friends, right?"

"Yes."

"We have absolute trust in each other, right?"

"Yes."

After a monotonous and repetitive conversation, Aimu's lifeless feeling became a lot more relaxed. Boluogo comforted himself that Aimu was an alchemy doll, and her cognition was slightly different from that of humans.

But what Boluogo didn't expect was that the child-like conversation just now had a particularly strong binding force on Aimu.

"Yes, I experienced death, and it felt terrible."

Aimu whispered, like a scolded child.

"It's dark and cold, like walking in a lightless wilderness. No matter which direction you go, there is no end, only eternal loss."

Listening to Amu's words, Bologg said nothing. He has experienced countless deaths. It stands to reason that Bologg has the most say in death, but Bologg will not die, no matter how harsh he is. The punishment is meaningless to him.

"But lucky."

"What are you lucky for?" Bologg asked.

"I finally understand what death is. Opportunities like this are rare," Aimu said with a smile. "Death to me is no longer an unknown fear, but something that can be understood and accepted. "

Boluogo didn't understand what Aimu meant, and then Aimu moved his body and opened his hands to Boluogo.

"What do you want to do?" Bologg asked.

"Hug," Aimu said, "We are friends, shouldn't we hug?"

"you sure?"

Boluogo looked at Aimue suspiciously. Sure enough, the alchemy doll's cognition was different from that of humans.

"Shouldn't we hug?"

Aimu asked Boluogo back, and she talked about her understanding of hugs.

"Animals will only expose their bellies when they are relaxed, and the same is true for humans. After opening their hands, the human chest will lose the protection of their hands, exposing many important organs to others."

Aimu kept his hand open, waiting for Boluogo's response.

"A hug is a proof of trust. I show my important organs and even my heart in front of you. Let go of all your defenses. You can choose to launch an attack at this time, pierce my heart, and tear apart the trust... You can also choose to show your important organs and hug me to prove your complete mutual trust."

Boluogo's eyes were slightly dull. He was stunned for a moment by what Aimu said. He never expected that the hug in Aimu's eyes would show such recognition.

"Don't you trust me? Boluogo." Aimu didn't understand Boluogo's hesitation.

"No...just..."

Boluogo didn't know what to say for a moment. Hugging was normal, but Aimu's explanation felt something was wrong.

But something was wrong, and in this case, Boluogo felt that it was reasonable.

Yes, very reasonable. After all, this is Aimu, a unique Aimu.

Boluogo hugged him without thinking. Aimu was held in his arms like a big doll. Boluogo didn't feel anything special, just a little cold and heavy.

Bursts of rumbling thunder passed by, and the blazing foehn wind swept through the dead rift valley, rolling up huge ashes, but none of this had anything to do with the two of them. They hid in the cave on the rock wall, hugging each other, like in the cold winter. Travelers staying warm inside.

When the violent tremors ended, Aimu whispered in Boluogo's ear.

"Okay, you can leave."

Boluogo realized that something was wrong with Aimu's mood. He let go of Aimu and saw fine cracks all over Aimu's body. The reason why his lower body became dim was that the structure of the body had been completely damaged.

"Amu, you..."

"It doesn't matter. I'm not afraid of death anymore. It's no longer unknown to me, and... I don't seem to have what is called 'death'. To me, it's more like 'damage'."

Aimu leaned back and said nonchalantly.

"In terms you can understand... I'm running out of battery."

Her voice was smiling, but under the machine, the ether storage unit was either damaged or exhausted, and the blue light in her eyes kept flashing, as if it would be completely extinguished in the next second.

Boluogo looked gloomy and said nothing about this.