Mirror, Mirror, You Pitifully Kill Me

There was a very interesting question: could humanity truly escape the control of fate? Or rather, did something like fate even exist?

Such profound philosophical questions were not something a freeloader like me enjoyed discussing, but when they were placed right before me, I had no choice but to care.

Lilina believed fate was not something worth paying attention to, because the concept was far too overbearing. It unreasonably attributed every possible explanation to those two words. A person could challenge fate, break out of the box, transcend the cycle of reincarnation, yet just a few sentences could erase all those glorious achievements: he was destined to challenge fate, he was destined to break out of the box, he was destined to transcend reincarnation... he was destined to rebel against "destiny." While saying those lines, Lilina bit her tongue. She mockingly said that even biting her tongue had been destined.

So, when facing fate, there was no point saying much.

Everything was destined. Even if it was not destined, it was destined not to be destined—bit your tongue yet?

But this overbearing thing might actually be influenced by me, then imposed upon those around me.

As for whether I was human, I had actually stopped agonizing over that long ago. Ever since Pandora and Sandora had begun deliberately or casually excluding me from the category of humans, I had gradually grown accustomed to my ambiguous racial status. It was not that I could not understand those people in novels and movies who cared deeply about their human identity and, once they lost it by becoming demons or monsters or something else, immediately suffered such severe psychological shock that they wanted to die. I understood it, but when it actually happened to me, I found I could take it rather well.