The voice was soft, echoing through the vast Mind Space.
Just listening to that familiar voice, which seemed to truly still exist, Lin An suddenly froze in place.
He really
was
dead!?
He had just died like that!?
However, no matter how unwilling Lin An was to believe it, the Second Will before him seemed to be nothing more than a recording, completely unresponsive to his shock.
("I never thought I would die, either.")
("But indeed, I can no longer find a way to stay alive.")
Like he was talking to himself, the Second Will let out a low laugh and shook his head as if mocking himself.
("Perhaps when a man is about to die, his words become kind?")
("I did consider dragging you down with me, but after thinking about it...")
("Perhaps you being alive counts as me being alive, too. At least I didn't let Chu An's conspiracy succeed, right?")
His gaze was candid.
The Second Will, who had left behind this final recording, looked seriously at Lin An. It was as if, when recording this memory, he had already calmly accepted his own death.
("Actually, there's not much to say.")
("I just want to tell you that I really envy you. I'm even jealous of you.")
("We're clearly the same person, yet I was the one who had to bear all the painful memories. It's unfair. It really is unfair.")
("Power always requires a price, but you haven't lost anything.")
Tilting his head like another version of himself, the Second Will shed his usual coldness. In his final moments, he seemed to enjoy smiling.
It was just that, no matter how one looked at it, that smile seemed somewhat forced.
He lowered his head and looked at the key in his hand, then spoke softly as