Lynn's words were utterly watertight, no matter how you looked at them.
You wouldn't even know how to refuse.
Through the sheer power of his silver tongue, Lynn had redirected their conflict toward a shared hatred of the Flesh God Cult, forcibly putting himself on the same side as her.
1. We both want the Old Days to awaken. (The same position.)
2. We both hate the Flesh God Cult. (The same goal.)
3. You want to corrupt me into a Sea Spawn and have the sea engulf the land, but those are merely your own baseless assumptions about your god. That being of the Old Days never gave you any such instructions, so everything you're doing is meaningless. (Rejecting her current objective.)
4. I can resurrect your Older Brother, provided we kill the Flesh Dominator. (Offering an irresistible promise. As for whether resurrection was actually possible... make the promise first.)
5. If you still refuse to see reason, we fight. (After breaking through her "Tide-Dry," Lynn had already shown her that he could take her on.)
Yes.
With all these conditions combined, a girl whose psychological defenses had already been breached had no way to resist Lynn's offensive.
But all of this rested on Lynn having successfully seen through her heart.
Because he knew.
For a girl who kept trying to make herself feel better through self-deception, the simplest way to break her defenses was to strip away every disguise and lie right in front of her, laying her bare. Only then could he expose her vulnerability.
Because for people so conflicted and complicated,
their greatest fear was someone seeing through them and laying their hearts bare.
"So, what's your choice?"
Lynn stared at her, angelic radiance burning over his body like a raging fire.
Beneath the darkness,
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