When Valoran meets the hero of American comics

"Their love is all here, and so is your shame."

Jin's cold voice woke Steve up from his memories. He looked at the other person angrily. He was silent for a long time before turning his head. At the same time, there was a question that seemed to be squeezed out of his nose, "What on earth do you want to do?" "

“Being struck”

"It's no longer the same excited look just now."

"Be prepared to face reality instead of hiding behind greatness and deceiving yourself."

Walking to the side of the corpse mound, Jhin's every rhetorical question was like a poisonous snake's fangs piercing the opponent's weakest point.

"This is a good thing. It shows that you still have a basic conscience."

The artist seems to be expressing approval, but coupled with his limp pacing, it looks more like mockery.

“The first day I knew, I turned out to be a heinous person.”

A disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of Steve's mouth, his eyes full of contempt for Jhin's "little trick that doesn't make it to the table."

He does feel guilty about some unsatisfactory past, but this is not the reason why the other party can use these to defeat his current persistence.

As "Captain America" ​​and the old antique who founded the term "superhero", he has experienced too much.

It is precisely because of the many experiences that he has become stronger and understands better what he should do.

"Heinous"

Jhin's accent returned to a classical tone, and there was a hint of showoff in singing poetry in the tone transfer. "Maybe, it depends on how you perceive it."

"What needs to be corrected is," Jhin raised his index finger and pointed around, "This is your inner world, and everything here is your own thoughts."

"The only thing I have done is to build a performance stage for you, making the curtains and scenery that serve as the background more colorful and thrilling."

"As for how to use this stage, whether you give the audience self-salvation or black lies all comes from your own performance."

After saying that, Jhin snapped his fingers.

A beam of cool light shone vertically from an inexplicable position at the top of the cave, shrouding Steve inside.

"You think I'm going to be manipulated by you like a puppet?"

Steve asked rhetorically. At this time, he had gradually broken away from the state of being controlled by memories. Although his chest was still blocked by inexplicable emotions, he still regained his former strength.

"I never feel that the performers standing on the same stage as me are puppets in my hands, although I just need to pull the thread in my hand and they will dance."

The artist stood in the dimness where the vertical lights could not illuminate, and showed his ten flexible and slender fingers to the other party, just like a puppeteer behind the curtain about to start manipulating the puppets on the stage to perform.

"You've always been so self-righteous."

While questioning, Steve looked at the layout of the cave with his peripheral vision, hoping for a way out.

The fighting outside was still going on, and he had no time or mood to argue with a madman here.

“Artists should be confident”

"artist"

Steve shook his head, as if he didn't even have the mood to refute, "I really don't know where a devil with bloody hands can get the confidence to call himself an artist."

"Talent," Jhin bowed slightly, emphasizing firmly like a deacon engraving dogma on the copper watch plan, "unparalleled talent."

""

Steve was choked by the other party's answer, and it took him a long time to react. "No, I think you are more like a masked court jester than an artist. Your self-righteous pretentiousness is so ridiculous and disgusting."

"Irony is also a form of art"

Jhin replied unhurriedly, not showing the slightest anger at Steve's ridicule, and was still handsome and elegant.

Compared with a rude woman who can ruin a person's good mood with just a few words, Mr. Steve, who vents his anger through gritted teeth, still has a lot to learn.

"Everyone has a mask, I just made one; everyone is a clown, I'm just a little crazy."

After saying what seemed to be a defense and a summary, Jhin looked at Steve, who had half of his face covered by a mask, and chuckled, "You also have a mask, whether you wear it or take it off."

"Under the mask, there is also something that can be called evil, something that you try to cover up but always exists. You are not as noble as you think, Mr. Steve, at least stand in front of this hill filled with corpses. You don’t have this qualification”

"They died for me, not for you."

Steve pointed to the hill behind Jhin and said firmly, "I know them better than you, a lunatic. I am guilty and guilty, and I will never deny this."

"But you, Mr. Kadajin, you are not qualified to stand in front of the corpses of these great people and blame, judge, or even make me atone for my sins in the tone of a suffering master."

"I've seen your file from the information provided by SHIELD. Fortune teller, you are not noble, so don't show the attitude of the Angel Trial Incident."

"clap clap"

Jhin clapped his hands, appreciating Steve's words.

He was indeed very satisfied. This kind of supporting role is called professional. If it were the law enforcement officer, Jhin would have no doubt that the Hamlet-like opera could turn her into a sow-nurturing style.

Yes, she has that kind of talent and strength. Mr. Artist has sobered up and learned to "compromise with reality" when facing her.

"The graceful and high-sounding words will be even more perfect if you can learn some more palace accents and pay attention to your speaking speed and pronunciation."

After gathering his thoughts, Jhin opened his mouth and continued to guide the plot.

"you"

"It has nothing to do with me," the artist waved his hand and emphasized again, "I don't want you to understand immediately how touching beauty is, nor do I want to appreciate your tears while kneeling in front of the corpse. So, this time You lead the show, and I’m just a crew member building the stage.”

"What if I don't act?"

Steve, who couldn't find a way to leave, had to focus on Jhin, making excuses with him in a perfunctory way.

"You still don't understand"

Jhin shook his head, as if facing a piece of rotten wood full of pits. "This is your inner world. Performance is just a way of visual expression. You have to keep it simple, just give yourself an explanation."

"I don't need to explain," Steve said decisively, "and I don't believe that I would be so weak, especially in front of them."

"No, you need to"

Jhin's tone suddenly turned cold, making Steve's heart clenched suddenly.

"You know yourself better than I do"

Steve, who did not let the inexplicable panic affect him, taunted him and looked at the other person like he was looking at a bad clown.

“Look over there, that’s where it all comes from.”

Jhin turned sideways and spread his hands, guiding Steve's gaze to the hill again, and then opened his lips and teeth slightly, as if the ubiquitous tortuous tones were dispersed throughout the cave.

"You are ignorant, have difficulties, and have reasons to do what you do."

"But no matter how innocent you are, are you comparable to an ignorant baby?"

"They have their own interests and are doing it for themselves. What they do for you has ulterior motives, is imposed on you, and is something you don't need."

"But no matter how dirty, useless, and disgusting their efforts are, can they compare to the hills full of corpse fragments that can only be used to attract maggots and have no other value?"

"What are you thinking as you watch the baby crawling up and down the mound?"

"When these two aspects, the reasons you use to deceive yourself, each go to the limit of what you want, then there is this breathtaking beauty in front of you."

"Now, Mr. Captain, Mr. Hero, Mr. Savior"

"Look there and ask your own heart"

"Do you really just deserve to feel guilty?"

"Are you really innocent?"

"Don't you really deserve to atone?"

"Shouldn't you really peel off your noble, humanitarian exterior and confess the filthiness underneath your mask?"

"Don't you really deserve to die?"

"The world will still be beautiful without you; without you, the sun will still rise."

"When you flaunt yourself as an indispensable member of the world, you tell me, you look at their bloody, rotten, broken corpses and tell me that you are really not trying to escape, to give up on your own weakness. Looking for a strong shell?”

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