"The darker it gets, the more you can feel the light, the more sorrowful, the clearer it becos."
"What is it?"
She asked.
"Why, it's love, of course!"
The old guy's eyes lit up.
"But you haven't even been married, Oscar, and you say marriage is just two fools chasing each other!"
Buscalo snapped after coming back to his senses.
"Does the fact that I haven't been married affect my appreciation of such emotions? Before you worry about , maybe you should think about paying their living expenses every month!"
The old guy retorted fiercely.
"So fight for wealth, so for power... Of course, there are countless things like honor, history; so even fight over whether to eat sweet or spicy."
Oscar Wilde declared righteously.
"But for , I fight for love. I am the warrior of love!"
"Yet, it remains a sad story."
She whispered, feeling a different emotion as she recalled the story once more.
It's like a dark fairy tale. The tree lost its beloved Little Nightingale, and the Little Nightingale's sacrifice was also aningless.
In this mont, it feels sowhat similar, as Selyu is about to walk towards death for Lorenzo's damn wish, not concerning love or sadness; it's just a madman's self-destruction.
"So, you see, no one cares about these things anymore, and poor love has beco sothing only naïve people talk about."
After the excitent, there ca a sowhat despondent solitude, the old guy lanted.
"Sotis it feels like the world has beco so strange, holding genuine love yet being mocked."
It's quite a sad thing, but coming from his mouth, it doesn't seem that sad. He's lived a long ti, yet his mindset is like a child's, shouting strange words, fighting for things he doesn't possess,
"Yeah... We should go, Selyu."
Lorenzo looked at the pocket watch and suddenly said.
Selyu was a bit puzzled, they were already on the train, where else would they go?
"You seem very busy, just like before, suddenly leaving."
The old man said.
"Yeah, life is always so busy, busy working, busy marrying, busy dying."
Lorenzo answered casually and then reached out his hand again.
"So busy that there's no ti for farewells... But seeing you again, it feels really nice."
"Yeah! Yeah!"
Two lunatics showing mutual appreciation.
Watching Lorenzo's departing figure, Oscar unexpectedly felt a bit lonely for a mont; not everyone appreciates his works, and it had been a long ti since he'd seen such an interesting student.
"Oh, if it weren't for the Purification chanism beating to it, he surely would have liked staying here."
Sighing, Oscar said.
"What a good kid."
Buscalo was happy for Lorenzo's departure, though he didn't understand why he suddenly left, he wasn't sure where else Lorenzo could go apart from this train.
However... he seed to hear sothing he shouldn't have.
"What chanism?"
"What chanism?"
Oscar repeated his words; that puzzled, questioning look seed to ask, 'What are you talking about?'
"No... it's what you said."
He wanted to explain more, but Oscar continued.
"You must be hearing things! As a doctor, you should take care of your own health!"
The old man hugged this unlucky divorcee tightly, the silver necklace gently swaying on his neck, its delicate patterns silently observing the world encased in a triangle.
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