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They were participants in the whole incident... X recalled this, and Yesod also remembered this.

Those stories from the past...

X is a very nostalgic person who always likes to recall the past, and her current subordinates were once her own subordinates.

At least most of them are like this...

It's about redemption for each other, not just for the minister, but for herself as well.

There is a woman's voice reading the old story with X, this is X's own voice, and it is also A's voice.

They are one and the same, and maybe both should be called 'we'.

Gabriel is her subordinate, a very reliable and reassuring subordinate, and is now her own head of intelligence.

——Gabriel is much more rational than other people here, even after hearing what happened to Elijah (Elijah), she is still unmoved.

——Many people said that she was cold and unhuman, and some people complained about it.

——But, is she really not touched at all?No one knew that her heart was dying bit by bit.

It's been like this since a long time ago, but it's never been this serious.

—Maybe it started a long time ago, maybe when Carmen left us...

The source of all tragedies is... the death of one's lover.

The Institute has lost its bright and shining sun, everything is clouded, and everything is collapsing.

Everyone in the institute is gradually self-destructing, and Gabriel is no exception.

——The change in her expression gradually disappeared, and she didn't even allow herself to have even a tiny bit of happiness.

— She began to be unable to tolerate exposing her skin to the air.

It became a pathological paranoia.

—We created monsters that shouldn't have appeared in this world, and now it's too late to turn back...

——In order not to let Ilya's sacrifice go to waste, everyone understands that they need to make the most of the data she gives, rather than spending time grieving.

But this is just a rational statement. In fact, Ilya's death has shaken everyone and questioned the correctness of all this.

——Gabriel tried to be more ruthless, and slowly, this became an obsession.

—she started wearing long sleeves under suits,

——shortly after, she began to scratch her own skin unconsciously.

— We suggested she get some checks to see if she was affected or infected by something, but she flatly rejected our suggestion.

I should have been more tactful, and asked more carefully, caring about her psychological problems, but...

【Forcing her to participate in the inspection】

【Forcing her to participate in the inspection】

【Forcing her to participate in the inspection】

The grim decision was carried through to the end.

- In order to prevent further injury that may occur, all people need to have regular health checks.

——Soon, such voluntary inspections turned into compulsory inspections.

——Gabriel was also forced to participate in the examination, but she resisted fiercely every time, and it was difficult for us to observe her actual physical condition.

Gabriel was tightly bound with a thickened restraint belt and stuffed into the tester. She was so reluctant and so extreme.

—Finally...the results showed that she did not show any signs of infection.

— Can we say she is lucky?

——No, because her symptoms didn't improve at all.

Gabriel's symptoms are getting worse day by day. I should have been more concerned, but I only stopped asking, and after hearing her prevarication, I automatically skipped it.

—she's been grabbing at her skin, really, really hard, and it's only getting worse.

——The last time I saw her, she had scratches all over her body, and she couldn't recognize anyone.

——From now on, no one will look at her like before...

We all treated her as a patient, and she was no longer allowed to work, but confined to her room.

Will the disease get better?Won't.

She eventually died of her own mental illness...the nails cut her skin, and she was covered in blood.

X remembers these, and also remembers that accident, which was the beginning of all the collapses.

It happened that day, I lost the key elsewhere and was locked out until I met Gabriel.

She still had some expressions at that time.

——I heard about Ilya, and I'm sorry...

—I think everyone understands now how much responsibility it takes to visit a lab...

——In addition, you are too careless, you forgot to put the key of the supply room back to the old place.

——You may think that I am too strict, but there is no way, I am such a person.

While talking, Gabriel smiled wryly and handed the key back to me.

—Maybe I should set aside time to return the keys in case something like this happens again?

And when I asked why she was wearing a turtleneck under her suit, she prevaricated.

- I wear this to keep the chemicals from splashing on my skin.

—I'm just...a little tired.

——When I didn't say it, I'm going to prepare for the next experiment.

So, she left in such a hurry.

I held the key that was still warm, didn't ask anything, just ignored everything in front of me.

In fact, there are signs of all collapses, and I just keep turning a blind eye to what is happening in front of me.

—you can notice that the hearts of those who hide their wounds are still dripping with blood.

—For example, Gabriel, she always uses thick clothes to cover herself.

——Perhaps, blaming Ilya's death on unruly behavior would make her feel better...

— so she tries harder to be principled and also tries to be objective.

—but she was too rational, and ended up being ruined by it.

—she desperately hoped never to see anyone die again, but that didn't happen.

The voice of the statement is still going on, every piece of the memory puzzle is being pieced together, and the answer and the truth are being revealed.

X is deeply in the pain of these memories. She knows that remembering them will not make her happy, which is something she has to face.

It is precisely because the memory of the past is just a memory, and what has happened cannot be changed, that makes X so regretful and entangled.

She regrets her past self, both her bad personality and her actions.

She should have dealt with it immediately, but she still let it happen.

Is this for a better purpose?

Is all this a necessary sacrifice?

Is this because I didn't notice these?

——No, I don't want to lie anymore...

——I just kept pretending that I never found out about her desperation...if...if...

——If only I could have cared more about her then.

—if I could have given her a hug...

——If I could have said to her at that time, leave the rest to me, and please take a good rest, would the result be different?

X doesn't know, because the past cannot be changed, all she can do is create the future.

Facing your fears, creating your future.

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Probably playing games live, playing some stand-alone games and competitive games.

However, our work pressure is also quite high, so the live broadcast time is not fixed, just look at the group.

We will notify you in the book club.

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The past can't be undone, and the wounds that were made will always fester in the heart like rotten flesh... fester.

If tears of remorse work, if an apology works, why does the pain go on and on?

- What exactly did I see...

——this impenetrable darkness...my inexplicable loneliness...

At the last moment when the head of the intelligence department was unconscious, what he saw was a woman with black hair and short temples, who was constantly calling out to him.

That scene stayed forever, and the vision seemed to be distorted again.

Suddenly, the woman's expression was still so indifferent, like frost and snow that could not be melted away.

No one could understand what the black-haired tyrant was thinking, nor why they should suffer eternal torment here.

Thinking of the pain in my life time and time again.

Communicating with X again and again, passing Yesod's eyes like a revolving lantern.

It's like rewinding a video, it's playing in a twirl.

She still remembers the first time she met the golden-eyed woman with black hair and short sideburns, and how funny and funny it was when she saw the so-called new supervisor take office.

And it seems that every smile the woman shows, every tenderness when she gets close to him, I remember clearly.

—Yesod, why are you dressed like this.

The woman looked at herself curiously, and all her doubts came from why she had to wear a turtleneck sweater under her suit.

In return, I told her that her current attire did not meet the company's standards.

It's just that the collar is a little crooked...

——Yesod, you should comfort Hod more, have you seen the look in her eyes, at least she really needs your comfort.

When the weak head of the training department came over to ask that he should express false condolences when a dead person appeared in his department, the woman actually stood up and spoke.

Isn't that hilarious?

A black-haired tyrant would actually run to comfort others, which is not at all like what a woman would say, nor what a woman would do.

—I'm not you, I think it's pointless to be emotional, it's nice not to be bound by cheap feelings.

Why do I say that myself...

Feelings... are not cheap, they are the most precious thing.

—You can see those employees being torn to shreds every day on those shiny monitors.

— Sympathy doesn't do the company any good, Director.

Why would I say such a thing to a woman?

Is it to frustrate her stupid and ridiculous compassion...

I still feel that the kindness shown was just a temporary disguise...false crocodile tears.