[Justice League] Violent Aesthetics

At the end of Civil Twilight I showed up in the port of Baltimore, Ireland, with the Ringer who said he wasn't of this world.

Six hours ago, Blizzard and I decided not to confess this to the Green Lantern Corps, and I don't think Batman is really stupid enough to stand there and wait for me to send him back intact.Of course, a small gift of menthol is also included.

I returned to Earth four hours ago and thought I had my affairs settled, then took off my ring and changed my clothes.

Two hours ago, I took Hal Jordan from this different world to dinner. I chose DiPasquale's Italian Marketplace&Deli in Baltimore. As for whether he was satisfied with his food, I gave an absolutely negative answer.

Because right now I'm having his weapon pointed at the back of my head.

I am facing the dark sea, except for the sporadic water waves lit up by distant buildings, I can only see the sky and water as one, just like what I saw in the universe, only the eyes looking at the sun That's when you feel like you're not lost in a self-created cosmic illusion.

I heard his heavy breathing behind me, nervous kid.

He made me put my hands up to the sides of my head.

I did.

He made me stand still and not move.

I did.

He told me to shut up and not speak.

I did.

I can see the green light coming from the back of my head with my peripheral vision. Many times Green Lantern believes that the colleagues he works with are people who can entrust their backs.It reminds me a lot of the old days, when I used to always see the glowing green in the back of my head out of the corner of my eye.

green.

Night in day, dark negatives.

You live in this fleeting moment, you die in the last second, you die in the last second, and you die in the next second.

"I will kill you--"

I heard him say that, and the wind from the sea hit me directly in the face.

"And then we... the people of our world will come here again to do what is supposed to be done. Those... things, to make up for the mistakes that were made last time," he said.

The next second becomes this second.

He said: "Then...you have the right to choose what your last words will be before you die."

He must have felt that in some way I had saved him from Batman.

I still turned my back to him, this scene always reminded me of the last time Tao Na and I parted in the snow, the world around me was at a loss, and with my swollen and sore eye sockets, all I could see was her, she Her hair and clothes are blurred into the scene.Then I stood there and watched her go farther and farther, but I never looked back. The footprints were the dead bodies of the last second, and the snowflakes fell on her shoulders without even melting.

An apology is an admission of guilt, and an admission of guilt is an apology.

So I didn't answer her question, so much so that until now I've shied away from retracing what happened in the snow.The next second becomes this second, what jacket am I wearing, what color ring am I wearing, who am I, or why am I standing there.

Those are as insignificant as plastic fake flowers in a vase on the small dining room table.

I heard I was going to die.

"Can you always entrust your back to me?" I didn't ask back, because I already had the answer in my heart, "In the world you live in, would you entrust your back to me?"

The next second becomes this second.

Died in the last second.

I didn't hear back from him, so I continued.What was I like in that world? Did he also know a gentle girl?

He shook his arm, and I didn't know if it was the muzzle of the gun or something that hit the back of my head, so I didn't try to hide.Hearing my own voice chattering, as if I had never said so much, but at this moment I realized that I still didn't say enough.

Was her name Tona Olavstedt?

What happened to them in the end.

Self-examination is confession, confession is self-examination.

The next second becomes this second.

Died in the last second.

"why."

He only asked me one word.

I said: You always have something more important than life, dignity, honor, love.

For a few seconds I thought about how to fit the words that came out of my mouth together.

I say: Trust.

Almost every time, when you tell yourself you love someone, trust someone, you are actually just using them, it's just a form of love and need.You will choose to give up halfway in most cases because you can't escape the doomed ending.

You don't know what love is at all.

I said: Existence is just a symbol like color, and you said to me-appearance, interests, those are just molds that can be used to describe everyone.But life and feeling are different.

I don't know what I'm talking about, it's as weird as connecting cosmic stars and black Swiss cheese, maybe the issue of death is too complicated, no one forced me to make a decision in such a short time.

I said: Because Jordan told me about the third earth, it was as boring as the childish stories he would make up for children every day before going to bed. What is good and what is bad, where the line is drawn, that is the truth.

Maybe we are not running away from someone, running away from admitting mistakes, maybe we are running away from the future, fate, review, growth, aging, and cleaning up the mess.It seems that as long as we continue to escape, we don’t need to continue to live our own lives, as if as long as we escape, we are machines that can be reset with one click.

The next second becomes this second.

Died in the last second.

"No..." he said.

"The one you never thought was bigger than life," he said.

I still kept the posture of putting my hands on the sides of my head and took two steps forward, inhaled, then lowered my shoulders, turned around, and I said again.Does the ring's cowardice come from the ring, or from themselves.

thump.

There were children on the bank throwing stones into the water.

The ring was hidden between my collarbone, and I lowered my open hand a little due to exhaustion, and transformed into a posture as if I was about to hug something.

Head tilted, I said.They won't break their pre-made plan because of it, and you must have deviated from your plan before then-Batman, Superman, Red Lantern, remember, you've seen them all.

However, his green muzzle is still pointed at my forehead.

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