Why it never ends

Chapter 34 The Real People
Suddenly, Calvin stopped.

Sean took a few steps forward, and after realizing that Calvin hadn't followed, he turned around, "Why didn't you leave?"

Calvin looked past Sean and looked at the lawn in the distance - at the moment they were standing on the semi-open corridor bridge on the third floor of the library, and they could see the greenery in the distance in their eyes.

Sean faintly heard the sound of an accordion, and he also looked in Calvin's direction, where several girls were sitting around on the green field.

The person holding the accordion in the crowd was Liz, but Sean also caught sight of the red-haired Hesta, who sat quietly next to Liz with her arms around her knees.Although he didn't recognize the rest of them at once, they were definitely not the other two girls from 403.

Liz was teaching them the Battle Hymn of the Quicksilver Needle.

The corners of Sean's mouth were slightly raised, and he leaned his elbows on the wall next to the corridor and listened for a while, "No matter what it is, as long as you close it with the accordion, it smells like Askia... really exciting."

Calvin didn't speak, he also listened to the voices of the women floating in the wind, and looked at them.

After a while, Calvin suddenly said, "Why Hesta?"

Sean didn't respond, "Why?"

"I wanted to ask you this question that morning, but Liz rushed in." Calvin turned his gaze to Sean from a distance, "Why have you been making things difficult for Hesta since she entered the base? You like her?"

Sean shrunk his neck, extruding a double chin.

Calvin tilted his head, "No?"

"I like this," Sean compared two balls to his chest, "Is she?"

"Then why..."

"I don't know if you still have the impression." Sean propped his face, and looked back at the girls in the distance, "Back in 19, someone sent a message to Hekla, saying that someone in the livable land paid a high price. The red hair of a Hesta woman."

Calvin frowned, "Is there such a thing?"

Sean shook his head: "You don't have anyone's memory... You also had long hair at the time. One day I bought hair dye and said, let's try to see if we can dye the red hair they want. It turned out not to be careful. Bleach your hair orange...remember?"

"Oh, it seems so."

Sean smiled: "I was thinking at the time, what would a woman with red hair like flames look like?"

"So you stole her information some time ago?"

"Yes, it was because of this at first," Sean looked into the distance, "but after seeing her basic information, I became even more curious—from her birth in 4612 to her entry into St. For eight full years...how did this happen? She said she lived alone before she entered the monastery, do you believe me?"

There was a burst of laughter from the girls in the distance, but Calvin remained silent.

"Also, have you read the recent reports? Outside." Sean asked.

"Look a little bit."

"Don't you think it's ironic," Sean said softly, "Everyone wants to blow Hesta into the sky, I think it's close to saying that she is the Second Coming of the Virgin—in order to snatch a mercury needle reserve, these people would rather make up A saint who doesn't exist."

"How do you know it's a fabrication?"

"Isn't it exactly the same as when we came here?" Sean asked back, "Anyway, as long as anyone thinks a person is bad, he must be rotten to the root. Perfect—how many rumors did those newspapers create about us back then? Duanming Lane and Hekla are no different at all, and people who come from places like ours are so fuel-efficient.”

"...people are different."

"It just looks different." Sean laughed and tapped his temple lightly, "Carl, in essence, everyone is similar—as long as you look enough and deeply enough."

Calvin looked sideways at Sean, and he had this feeling more than once: it was hard to tell when, Sean seemed to retreat behind a shell wall that no one could touch.

He just stood there and watched everyone quietly, not only keeping people out, but also isolating himself.

"So what exactly do you want to do?" Calvin said lightly.

"It's nothing, I just think it's very funny, this person." Sean stretched his waist, "Wait, I will definitely reveal Hesta's most real side..."

Sean turned sideways with a playful expression: "You said at that time, how would the citizens outside react?"

Liz in the distance began to sing again. Her voice was melodious and melodious, but she sang in a language that was unfamiliar to both Sean and Calvin. After listening to a few sentences, Sean recognized it as Askia.

"Let's go, I'm tired from standing." Sean yawned, turned and walked forward, "Hurry up and find a place to sit down, I need to catch up on sleep."

"Sean."

"Huh?" Sean turned his head and saw Calvin standing there with a complicated expression.Xiao En suddenly felt that the brother's state was a bit wrong today, "What's wrong with you?"

"If you continue to behave like this, you may be deprived of combat qualifications in the end," Calvin frowned. "Is it okay?"

Sean smiled, and deliberately lowered his voice, "I don't care, Carl, I never thought of going into battle."

Calvin was stunned, then clenched his fists, "What?"

"I'm also looking for an opportunity to talk to you about my thoughts recently. In fact, when we finish learning what we should learn here, there is no need to work hard for them."

"...How long has it been?" Calvin said angrily, "You have already forgotten everything that happened to Hekla."

"No, Carl, I haven't forgotten." Sean's expression became serious, "I'll always—"

"Then what the hell are you talking about?"

"Well, let me put it this way, Carl." Sean took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and continued, "I just don't want to work for AHgAs, but we can still use these abilities for other things-just There is no need to risk our lives, we should live for ourselves."

Calvin raised his voice a bit: "Like a coward?"

"No, like a person." Sean interrupted Calvin, "a real person."

"I don't want to hear your excuses—"

"You have to listen!" Sean couldn't help but raise his voice, but he calmed down immediately and looked back and forth—fortunately, on Sunday morning, no one would pass by here.

"Karl, Karl..." Sean took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and took a few steps closer to Calvin, "I may be a coward, a bastard, and a liar full of nonsense, but I never lied to you— —”

Just after saying this, Sean faintly felt that there was something wrong, and he immediately added, "I mean, at least in all important things——I will always be honest with you."

(End of this chapter)