The child's arrival left the Dean conflicted and divided. He was always investigating questions related to death, yet rarely thought about what life was.
No matter where a person went, they were always moving toward death. That was why the Dean had once believed he could understand the meaning of life by measuring the length of death.
His unusual upbringing had turned him into a Monster. The Curse had burrowed into every nerve and blood vessel in his body, but even so, when he faced his own child, his ugly, scarred heart still began to beat fiercely.
Whenever he saw his child, two voices would appear in his mind.
One voice told him the child was a gift bestowed on him by death.
The other said the child was the continuation of life.
The Dean couldn't convince himself either way. The argument in his mind grew louder and louder, seriously affecting his disguise.
Having tasted the sweetness of wearing Human Skin, the Dean no longer wanted to be treated as a Monster. He did everything he could to hide his illness, and as a result, he grew ever more divided.
He couldn't reconcile the two sides. It wasn't just about his child; no matter what he thought about, opposing ideas began to appear in his mind.
Take the question of how to treat himself. One voice told him he should accept treatment and admit that he was a Patient, a Monster in other people's eyes.
The other voice urged him to kill his child and settle the conflict at its source.
The Dean's behavior grew increasingly strange. During the day, he wore a White Lab Coat and treated the sick and the desperate. At night, he went home, changed into a Patient Uniform, locked himself in a room, and talked