He missed home, too.
He missed it like crazy.
Because he had always said that to protect yourself, you had to put on a mask. You had to face everything outside with your toughest side. You could never let anyone see your weakness, because that was the only way to survive.
"Zuo Zuo, why don't we just go back?"
He had been silent for a long time. Cigarette butts already littered the ground.
"Let's go back to Wandering Soul Alley and reopen our little shop. Let's stop lying to ourselves. Since we've already gone to Hell, we might as well settle down and make it our home. I... we..."
Zuo Zuo: "..."
Amid the wet rustling sounds of Flesh Cataclysm.
Zuo Zuo transformed from his hand back into the form of a little girl. She stood before him with her lips pursed in earnest, looking at Lynn's bewildered, desolate face.
Lynn froze, then instinctively raised his head to look at Zuo Zuo.
Bam-
A thunderous crash.
With her eyes closed, Zuo Zuo slammed her slender fist into his face, nearly driving his head into the wall behind him.
"You've really let me down, Blockhead!"
After that punch, she abruptly seized Lynn by the collar, baring her teeth as she glared at him in fury.
"Look at yourself! Do you think this is still you?! Have you forgotten what you were like in Hell?! You were afraid of nothing! Titan's head, the Flesh Dominator, the Mother Tree of Desire, Leviathan-you weren't afraid of all those terrifying Origins, and now something this small has scared you into this state?!"
She violently shook away her tears.
"Even if there's no second Lynn in this world anymore, even if they can't remember having a son like you, but... but so what?! Isn't it enough