No glory, no wealth, no one will rember you.
You are rely pure weapons, having sacrificed everything for that lofty ideal, but on that night, you turned back to find those you swore to protect had beco sothing even more despicable than beasts.
How sad it is, wouldn't you agree?"
Abigail smiled as she looked at Lorenzo, having thought that beneath the heavy protective clothing would be an old woman, but in reality, Abigail's age seed similar to Lorenzo's, carrying the approachable deanor of a doctor, yet at this mont, in Lorenzo's eyes, she was like a demon.
"You lost everything on that night, your friends, your faith, your past, everything you held onto seed so ridiculous in the face of human desire.
Indeed, it's too painful, isn't it?"
The voice echoed clearly in Lorenzo's ears, stripping away all the cruel past, one blood-stained, shattered face after another flickered before Lorenzo's eyes. He whispered.
"Shut up..."
It was a calm voice, yet a discernible hostility slowly circulated within Lorenzo, his bloodshot eyes staring at Abigail, while the woman showed no trace of fear but instead displayed a smile to Lorenzo.
She put on the respirator, and her voice beca booming once again.
"Looks like I've succeeded in angering you, the mory of the Night of the Holy Arrival is indeed a heavy burden for you, heavy enough that even soone as rational as you couldn't help but give your will over to wild instincts, right?"
The iron bindings on the chair already showed signs of fracturing; if Abigail had pushed further, there was a possibility that Lorenzo would have broken free from them just now.
"There are not many things that can move you, which shows just how terrifying the mory of the Night of the Holy Arrival is for you."
"Do you think I deliberately forget that mory because it's too painful?"
Lorenzo cald his emotions, his tone remained cold.
Abigail nodded, she said.
"Exactly, though you are a demon hunter carrying Secret Blood, there are still human parts within you, possessing human frailties. Do you still rember Joey?"
"Why are you bringing him up?"
According to known information, Joey was eroded because of the Pseudo Holy Grail within Lorenzo. Initially, Lorenzo didn't believe this, but he also felt Arthur had no reason to deceive him like this. Yet, when he thought of Moriarty, Lorenzo had a conclusion.
It was Moriarty who did all this; as long as Lorenzo refused to step into the new Order's conspiracy, more and more people would be "eroded" because of Lorenzo.
"Before being 'eroded' by you, Joey's ntal state had a period of instability. During that ti, he frequently injected hallucinogen, imrsing himself in the illusion realm. Do you think, as an upper-rank knight of the Purification chanism, why did he do such a thing?" Abigail asked.
"Because Joey, just like you, has a mory that is too painful to recall, only he didn't forget that mory. And because he didn't forget, that damned mory kept torturing him until he began using hallucinogen to escape everything." She didn't wait for Lorenzo to answer but continued.
"What mory?"
"That's patient privacy, I can't reveal too much, but if you cooperate with the work, I don't mind gossiping a bit with you."
Abigail seed serious, yet her words and attitude were mostly like playing.
"You also have human frailties, and humans are extrely fragile, fragile enough that when tortured by that pain, instinct surpasses will, takes action, seeking survival as much as possible.
The hallucinations brought by hallucinogen are a form of escape and survival for Joey; for that montary peace, he knew clearly what it was, yet he still injected it without hesitation, and so did you, Mr. Lorenzo Hols.
The Night of the Holy Arrival was too cruel for you, causing even soone with such a steel will would eventually have to heal yourself by forgetting."
Abigail's voice suddenly paused, her voice seed to carry a hint of laughter.
"It might hurt a bit."
At this mont, she suddenly pulled the lever, the power turned fully up.
An electric current surged from the machine, releasing along the electrodes embedded under the skin, amidst severe pain, Lorenzo sat firmly on the chair, his face filled with icy coldness had a hint of suffering, and at the sa ti, colorful hallucinations appeared within his vision.
But soon those hallucinations vanished, after a patch of darkness appeared those seemingly familiar objects.
They were doors, doors that had been sealed in the depths of mory.
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