"Tell us what we should do... We never imagined it would turn out like this... Why did it turn out like this..."
Despair spread through everyone's hearts.
"Dark Night City..."
They raised their heads and stared blankly at Lynn.
"It's gone."
But Lynn's expression did not change in the slightest. He gazed at the burning ruins, countless tangled emotions and a deathly stillness flowing through his eyes.
At last, he spoke.
"No."
"As long as I'm still here, Dark Night City is still here."
His gaze grew colder.
Everyone was moved.
"But now we're all homeless. I'll try to salvage what I can. If I can save even one of them, there's still hope. But if I can't save anyone..."
He turned his head, the surviving Night Doctors reflected in his eyes.
And they all saw the bone-deep calm in Lynn's eyes. It was hatred, the same bone-deep hatred they had buried in the deepest recesses of their hearts.
They seemed to understand.
They all opened their eyes, which were gradually turning blood-red.
"Mr. Lynn, do whatever you think you should. Don't worry about us."
"If it means revenge, we're willing to spill our blood across Hell."
With those words from them,
a trace of resolve entered Lynn's eyes as well.
He smiled.
But there was no mirth in it. What crept across his face was... the resolve to take everyone down with him.
"All right."
"If there's truly no hope left, then no one else gets to have any either."
He waited.
He raised his head and, amid the raging psionics tide, stepped into Dark Night City's strife-torn domain under the eyes of every Night Doctor.
Decay and devastation filled his vision. The Dark Night City of old was now nothing but the chaotic ruins before him.
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