Ewen pressed on, "Can you understand this feeling? Bologue, as an Undead, you should feel it, right?"
"You have the same name, the same shell, and have gone through the same things, but you understand, you are no longer him. Under the erosion of time, you have completely transformed into another person.
In the end, you even begin to doubt the reality of the past. Was that really me? Did I really experience all this, or was it just a fleeting afternoon dream?"
Bologue fell silent, Ewen's words reminded him of Redwood Town, a place that should have been the most familiar, yet was shrouded in a persistent sense of unfamiliarity.
"See, you feel something similar, don't you?"
Ewen noticed the subtle expression on Bologue's face. Like a child discovering a secret, he smiled excitedly.
"Not just for immortality, nor just for the perfection of the work.
