As the Ring Angel called out, a grand and sacred consciousness gradually peeled away from the depths of the Ring Angel's heart. A sorrowful, poet-like voice echoed within him:
"He was like this, and so are you... Why are you always so cold and stubborn? Why do you keep rejecting my gifts? Why torment yourself to this extent? Abandoning your lover, abandoning eternity, abandoning everything... What did you get in return? Are you going to let the world be buried alongside your selfishness?
"I will bring you every mystery in the universe, the truth of all things! Don't you want to know how to get home? Don't you want to know what this world is made of? Don't you want to know how to cross the worlds and travel to another one? Don't you want to know the origins and ends of civilizations? "I know all of this, and you will know it too. All it costs is an insignificant price: becoming one with me... My friend, how many parasites are there in your body? Every cell of a mortal contains countless lives. What difference would one more make!?"
"None of that is useful. Just come sit in prison with me and have a good time."
The Ring Angel sneered. "The moment I discovered your first attempt to rewrite my will, I knew I could never believe another word you said."
"I—we have never rewritten any host's consciousness! We merely provide 'possibilities,' a potentially better line of thought. We have witnessed the birth and destruction of countless civilizations..."
The Whisper of the Void continued rambling in the depths of the Ring Angel's heart, but the Ring Angel had already closed his eyes and leaned backward, violently hurling the cola in his hand at the screen.
"—Shut up."
He opened his