[It is the balance.]
"Yes."
The two personalities within the sea of consciousness began their conversation once more.
[This is the fairest thing in the world, a symbol of justice.]
Song Que's brain was once again filled with that eerie smile.
[How far into the future you wish to see depends on how much resolve you're willing to muster and what you're prepared to sacrifice. I have made my resolve.]
"So have I."
Song Que revealed a smile as well.
The voices in the sea of consciousness fell silent abruptly.
His smile was somewhat bizarre, resembling both the silly self he was on regular days and that evil version of himself.
Four hundred forty seconds.
Five hundred seconds.
Five hundred fifty seconds.
More and more fragments of the future filled the sea of consciousness, playing in Song Que's mind like a carousel lantern or a film reel.
"Still not enough."
Song Que's body seemed to suddenly regain strength.
