"The aning of being alive."
"So what’s the answer?" Lorenzo asked.
"There is no aning."
Heracles shrugged his shoulders, indicating his helplessness as well.
"From between the lines, you can tell it was a pessimistic yet incredibly intelligent guy, he said everything is aningless, everyone is dying, the Heracles of the previous second is dead, and the Heracles of the next second ca back to life, only to die again.
Thus, we fall into a bizarre cycle, until we can no longer co back to life."
Heracles chuckled helplessly.
"There’s indeed so truth to it; he also said this world will eventually head towards extinction, losing all its light and heat, becoming everything cold and silent.
The only aningful thing is to end one’s life in a light-hearted manner on a sowhat comfortable night, in a mont that feels interesting."
"Is the author still alive?"
"I’m not sure, who knows?"
Heracles snuggled in comfortably, Polo was also done with its madness, adeptly jumping into his lap.
"But I’ve only concluded one thing, people shouldn’t ponder these strange philosophies aimlessly, it only entraps us. But back to .
Think about it carefully, Lorenzo, do you think humans could possibly have such mory?"
Heracles spoke earnestly.
"Such power is beyond what we know as ’normal,’ it’s an ’abnormality,’ sotis I wonder if there’s such a possibility."
"What possibility?"
"The real Heracles is already dead."
Heracles still wore that familiar expression, without the slightest ripple, as if what he just said was an extrely commonplace sentence.
"Yes, the forr Heracles didn’t have such a good mory, while the current Heracles established grandeur in the shadows with such power."
He stifled his smile and spoke seriously.
"Perhaps the real died at sea long ago, and now the Heracles you know is just a creature that has taken over this body, it possesses a terrifying mory, but it rembers too much, too much that it overlaps with the mory of this so-called Heracles, believing itself to have lived until now."
The voice carried an eerie power, becoming a softly spoken horror in the thunderstorm, yet Heracles relaxed from his seriousness once again, smiling.
"You see, just like that, the serious Heracles just died, and now the smiling Heracles has co to life.
Every transformation of a human counts as a death and rebirth, you are like this too, Lorenzo, maybe 047 of Florence died, therefore 042 of Old Dunling ca to life."
"Who I am and where am I from doesn’t matter, what I want to do is what matters, right?"
Lorenzo spoke slowly, he knew this truth well, yes, who he is doesn’t matter, whether he’s 042 or 047 doesn’t matter, what matters is what he wants to do, but... but...
"But you still want to know the Truth, don’t you? 047 has clearly left significant marks on your life, marks so significant that you can’t even accept that this is just a split personality... those were such beautiful mories, but now they’re just false, everything you and he were is false, rely your imagination, or even you...
You, 042, everything you thought was also false, how could you possibly accept such an outco?"
Heracles looked at the sorrowful Lorenzo, then he spoke casually.
"You possess the body of 047, yet think you’re 042... then let’s talk about him."
"Who?"
"Another you, or rather... 047."
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