The strings holding their hearts together had almost all snapped.
Because throughout Dark Night City,
every Night Doctor had come here for the same ideals. They had long since made this place their home-their only home in this Hell.
And now,
it was all gone.
Lynn remained silent, gazing at the heroic souls within the Soul Medium.
Everyone waited.
At last,
"Are you afraid to die?"
he asked.
Every Night Doctor's eyes were red as they answered:
"We aren't."
Lynn sat there calmly, holding the Soul Lamp. "What if many living beings died? Including the innocent, those you still care about, your family and friends who are still alive?"
Silence fell around him.
Lynn continued quietly, "If they all died, would you feel it was unfair to them?"
It was a question that cut to the soul.
As though he was not merely asking them, but searching his own conscience.
They wanted to speak, but could find no answer. Many stared blankly, because they were not cruel people. If they were, they would never have become Night Doctors.
How could they possibly answer a question like that?
Lynn said quietly:
"You would. So would I. Because this is our greatest weakness. And because it is a weakness, they will always exploit it and target it. That is why this tragedy happened."
He slowly rose to his feet.
He lifted his head.
He gazed into the dense, pitch-black mist.
"Two of you, stay and help me. The rest, keep vigil over everyone's souls. Thank you."
At that moment,
he opened his System Space, and the Light Gate slowly appeared before them.
They trembled.
"Mr. Lynn, we..."
They urgently tried to speak.
But at that very instant, without another word to them, Lynn swept them into his System Space along with the