But now he's about to die too, and such simple things can't be realized anymore.
042 is in too much pain, and in the face of such agony, the searing Holy Silver within him seemed to have turned cold.
"This is really too exhausting, wishes, duties, death..."
Countless thoughts surged in 042's mind, like a swarm of snakes, emitting a chilling sound that wrapped the cold around every part of his brain.
The painful expression turned indifferent in the end, almost as if it had become numb.
"I really wish I could become a stray dog, a stray dog wouldn't think about these strange things. It would just run wildly, find something to eat when hungry, drink from the river when thirsty, sleep anywhere when tired, and then die one day for some bizarre reason..."
042's wishes shattered, everything he had shattered on this burning night, and the sharp fragments cut him to pieces.
