This was the thought that had surfaced in Lynn's mind ever since he met Dollhouse.
It wasn't that he enjoyed making unfounded connections. Rather, all the evidence pointed to some kind of cooperation between Dollhouse and the Jailers long ago, and perhaps this was the only path any ancient Origin could choose if they wanted to survive in Hell for long.
Because those who chose to resist had already become stars in the sky.
Even the Flesh Dominator had worked for this Hell for a very long time.
"If their plan for me was laid out long ago, then perhaps I can also assume that even if Dollhouse didn't know the full picture, she must have played a part in it. And that part was you."
"Because in the fate they arranged for me, as far as I know, you might have been destined to sacrifice yourself for me."
Lynn tightened his arms around her waist.
Because only by shattering those beautiful things before his eyes could they further accelerate his revival.
And if that was the case...
Then Dollhouse's goal was simple.
She couldn't become a Jailer. If she wanted to leave this Hell, her only viable option was to board this Rapid Transit Train and become part of the plan.
"To use the Violet Great Lord's revival to secure the most likely exemption, as your teacher."
Lynn opened his eyes.
Click-
Lynn pushed open the Old Castle's heavy doors, his long shadow falling across the timeworn marble floor.
Holding Black String Moon's hand, he raised his head and walked inside, step by step.
"But even if that's true, my teacher has never hurt me, Lynn."
Black String Moon glanced at his face, wanting to remind him.
Lynn nodded and strode out into the Old Castle's hall, holding