Why it never ends

Chapter 391 Women

Hesta didn't ask much, she seemed to accept Agnes' explanation, and resumed her forward-looking posture.

"I found that the way you mentioned Gobelin is much more cordial than that of Robbergrille." Hesta said softly.

"It's not surprising," Agnes looked away, "Mr. Goebbels is the one who comes into contact with us on a daily basis, although all of this originated from Mr. Roborgrillet's plan. But for us , Mr. Gobelin is the one who is more like a father."

……

The four continued to bypass the guarded aisle, and finally arrived at the side entrance of the Grace Theater.

There was no one in the theater, but it was already a mess. A large area of ​​the seat surface was scratched, and the memory foam inside protruded along the crack. There were suspicious stains everywhere on the ground, and metal bullet casings were scattered all over the place.

When passing by the sound system, Hesta even found a row of bullet holes on it. She followed the trend of the bullet holes and looked in the direction of the shooting—the theater on the second floor without the lights turned on was pitch black, and she couldn’t see anything.

"...God," Li Ke couldn't help sighing softly, "What happened to this place?"

Hesta looked away, "Let's go backstage first."

……

Agnes walked in the front, and she brought the three behind her back to the backstage of the theater, and quickly found the prop room with the locked door deep in the backstage.

Rico broke the door lock with a kick, and this room full of all kinds of magical objects appeared in front of everyone. Agnes covered her mouth and nose with one hand, entered the room in the dark, and began to rummage through the legendary "props safe" ".

After moving several heavy objects, she belatedly realized that she was the only one entering the prop room.She heard Hesta and Rico talking outside behind her, and Anna would interject from time to time, but their voices were so soft that she couldn't hear the conversation clearly.

Agnes simply let go of her hands and feet, and made a lot of noise in the prop room. In a cloud of flying dust, she complained, and turned her head very naturally, "Why have you been staying outside, come in and do something live!"

This time, however, when she looked through the small door in the prop room, all she saw was Hesta in a wheelchair.

"Well, have you found the safe?" Hesta asked.

Agnes was a little dazed, "...where is Ms. Lico?"

"she went out."

"Then there is... Ms. Anna?"

"Someone came to pick her up, so she went out too."

Agnes's throat moved slightly, "Why are they so relieved to leave you here alone...?"

"Lico has already checked, there is no threat here in the backstage."

"Really... how can she be sure."

"Because there is no one else here except us."

For a moment, Agnes had a feeling of unreality, and she turned her back to Hesta.

Taking advantage of the darkness in the props room, Agnes unscrupulously made various exaggerated expressions—fearful, sad, surprised, angry...as if this could quickly dissipate the panic in her heart.

She felt her hands trembling, and things were simpler than she thought.

"I read some theories about Robeau Grillet today," Hesta said suddenly, "I understand some of what you said last night now, would you like to have a chat with me?"

Agnes didn't look back: "...Really? What are you talking about?"

"You said, 'Freedom is the biggest lie.'"

Agnes stood where she was, not saying a word.

"I've been thinking about that line of yours this afternoon, and it's kind of true...it's not because we don't love liberty, there's no one who doesn't, it's just that when some more important right is violated, 'freedom' In this way, the illusory value can be temporarily let go.

"You believe, or someone tries to make you believe, that you are exchanging formal unfreedom for substantive freedom, and exchanging temporary unfreedom for future longer-term freedom."

Agnes laughed again, she lowered her head, "I don't even understand what you're talking about..."

"Is it difficult to understand?" Hesta was a little surprised. "In the end, it is nothing more than a promise that there is a better order in this world. We should pay some price in exchange for it, even if this price will harm us. It is also worth it... It is also in this context that freedom becomes a lie, because it becomes an excuse for some people to be willing to be enslaved."

Agnes slowly turned half of her face, "Of course, that's it."

"But you are different, because you want to break the chains, open your eyes, and pursue 'justice and equal rights'... You long for a world where whoever takes more risks will get more rewards, right?"

Agnes was silent for a while, "Yes."

"Then we can at least reach a point of mutual understanding at this point—people have to use enough sweat and blood to pave the way for the order in their hearts, and I think so too."

"...What's the point of saying this now, Hesta."

"No, this at least shows that we are not that different," Hesta said softly, "You said before that you don't like to take shortcuts, and I don't trust shortcuts either...but the order in Robeauglier Here, the only value of women is to give birth, they ensure the normal reproduction of the race, and maintain a reliable rear for men, you are also a woman, how can you agree with this concept?"

Hesta heard Agnes's heavy breathing, and in the silence when no one spoke, her breathing gradually calmed down, as if she had made some kind of determination.

"...Obviously there are more advanced jobs to do, but they still use themselves as a tool for reproduction. Don't call them human beings who despise and despise themselves."

Hesta was puzzled for a moment: "...what?"

"Reproduction is the lowest kind of work, and a woman's body is prepared for this lowest kind of thing: blood stains once a month, two cumbersome fat on the chest... I am also a woman? Is this an honorable thing? "

Agnes sneered twice, "A bitch also knows how to give birth.

"Don't confuse me with other women, I am different from most of the creatures in this bad species, I will choose a more difficult path, and live like a human being," Agnes murmured softly, "A... ...real people."

"So you think so." Hesta lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry."

Agnes took a deep breath, "You know what, Hesta, I appreciate you talking about this with me. Without this conversation, it would have been really hard for me to make up my mind...but now I understand, or rather, Be more convinced of the meaning of certain actions.

“The most important thing right now is to stay alive.

"Sorry, Hesta."

(End of this chapter)