[Would someone who watched his own mother die right in front of him respect life?]
[If you really respected life that much, would you still be a Jujutsu Sorcerer?]
As Mahoraga battered him, Mo Bai could not stop thinking about the questions Mahoraga had just thrown at him.
If he was still thinking about them, did that mean he had yet to discover his true nature?
My true nature...
Someone had asked him that question before, back when his friends in Solaris still remembered him.
Gabriella had asked him. So had Aemeath.
He had been unable to answer Gabriella then.
To Aemeath, he had said he was only a shadow sheltered by Rover.
But what about now?
He had long since decided he would be no one's shadow. He would live as himself.
Yet he still could not answer Gabriella's question.
And besides...
His true nature was not something he could discover simply by choosing a goal or saying a few words.
Once, he had thought he could do what he could for Rover. Later, he had felt willing to give his life for Rover, who had pulled him out of the shadows.
Rover. Always Rover.
In the end, everything he had done still made him little more than a shadow.
It had all been for someone else, with nothing of himself in it.
Just like Feixue had once been.
The only difference was that duty had bound Feixue, while friendship had bound him...
But friendship should not be a shackle.
No matter how long he thought, Mo Bai could not reason his way to an answer.
What he thought of life, of friendship, and finally of himself—of the person called Mo Bai...
He could not find those answers by thinking alone.
Bang!
After driving Mo Bai into the