Why Won't You Live When I Want You to Live?

Arbiter: ...

Listening to Pain's ghostly voice, the Arbiter could not move at all. A chill suddenly rose from the depths of its being.

No, I have no heart. How could I possibly feel a chill in my heart?

But...

The Arbiter truly could not possess much in the way of personal emotional judgment. It could even be said to have no consciousness of its own. It was like the spirit of the game known as Chosen Paradise.

Maintaining the game's stability, maintaining the game's order—that was all.

Why... did I want to kill him? Why did it keep saying I belonged to it? I don't belong to anyone!

It raised its head and looked at Pain before it, at the savage grin on its face.

By now, there was not much divine aura left around Pain. Compared to when it had fought War, it seemed much weaker.

Yet for some inexplicable reason, the Arbiter did not dare face it.

"Hehehe... Have you remembered?"

Remembered what? I haven't remembered anything!

I wanted you dead because your existence disrupted the game's order and stability.

The Arbiter snorted coldly in reply, but it failed to convince itself.

By rights, Pain should have had a share in this game too. How had it disrupted anything?

Under Sloth's repeated emphasis, it recalled where it had helped the other party in this game.

And once it began thinking, the Arbiter truly felt that something seemed wrong.

When they had been unraveling the game's puzzle, it had so quickly given Blank the chance to ask questions, allowing her to see through the game's truth.

Then Sin took out the Exit Coin, and that lost world appeared, after which the gods began arguing.

Why had I opened such a loophole so easily this time, skirting the edges