He dared not think about it.
Nor did he dare imagine what sort of past that despicable enemy he had always fought against might have had.
He drew a deep breath and said:
"Anyway, whatever the case, I'm afraid it'll take me quite a while to digest and absorb all that power. But if I can truly integrate this Raven completely, the primordial power I can control should improve further."
Once again, he thought of the being he had glimpsed outside the Black Fortress.
He had always hung over his head like a sword of Damocles.
He had no idea when that sword would fall.
And more importantly...
The Feather Pen...
The Colossus Brain gazed at Lynn before her. After spending so much time with him, she had long since gained a rough understanding of his true personality.
He was not actually the laughing, joking man he appeared to be, seemingly incapable of taking anything seriously. On the contrary, he kept far too many things buried inside. They weighed on his heart, suffocating him, leaving him unable to speak. Yet the greater the pressure, the more carefree he made himself seem. At least, that was how he acted around them.
He had never been an optimist.
That was merely the facade he had always presented, the one he wanted everyone to see. He did not want anyone worrying about him, so all he could do was tell them.
He was fine.
He could handle anything.
Just look at how brightly he smiled.
"So you really can't use that instead of blood? (curious) Honestly, sucking blood might hurt you, but if you suck that, I swear it absolutely won't..."
Bam-
With a "╬," another punch sent his head spinning a full three hundred and sixty degrees and back (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪).
``` [Ding!