"Camazotz, good job killing that monster. Now, give me that Core in your hand before I hit you."
It had always been like that.
"Bottom feeders like you should know their place. Do you think that this world has a place for the weak?"
I agree. This world was a place where the strong ruled and where the weak had no choice but to either bow their heads in submission, or roll over to the side and die.
"What's the point in trying hard when you know that you'll still fail in the end?"
Because no one knows if that ending was final. If there was a small chance that a different ending could be seen at the end of this suffering, then wouldn't all the sacrifices I made be worth it?
"Camazotz, run," a beautiful lady with long red hair said weakly. "He's coming, and he's coming for the both of us."
"Then let him come," I said coldly. "If we are going to die anyway, then we might die together."
