I actually guessed right.
It was easy enough to guess. Everyone's greatest enemy was themselves, and Guiguzi was no exception.
Guiguzi was a transmigrator. The planet he had originally come from possessed a civilization vastly different from ours.
Yet after coming to this world, he had never thought of returning. It even seemed that he had severed ties with his original race.
I was rather curious why that was.
But I did not ask. Everyone had their own privacy. If he wanted to talk about it, he would have done so long ago.
"What if he disguised himself as you?" I asked.
He looked at me, pondered for a moment, and said, "That is why you cannot trust anyone, including me. You must make your own judgments about everyone and everything, without being controlled by feelings or emotions. I know you are prone to making mistakes in this regard. You care too deeply about your emotions. Of course, I am not saying that is a bad thing. It is just that sometimes, caring too deeply will burden you with those very feelings. Take the women around you, for example. Every one of them will become baggage, yet you will never be able to let any of them go. Even knowing they are burdens, you will still carry them on your back."
My face darkened. Was that really an appropriate metaphor?
"And your friends and family—any one of them could become your Achilles' heel. If something truly happened to them, would you save them or not? With your temperament, you would definitely save them. Then comes the problem: one trap after another, one scheme after another. They might not kill you, but they could drive you mad!"
"What am I supposed to do, then? Become a heartless, unfeeling person?"
He froze