"But does being emo help?"
"No..."
"Then there you go."
"..."
Thump-
He gave the heart a sharp rap to snap him out of it.
Why the hell was a heart moping around all day instead of talking properly?
Lynn adjusted the Monocle and said, his Dead-Fish Eyes fixed ahead:
"So basically, this universe wasn't actually created by that Great Lord. It was created by the Ravens he left behind, together with your Female Host. Have I got that right?"
The heart turned livid with pent-up frustration. "The Female Host inherited our King's great legacy! She shouldered every burden! You ought to show some reverence!"
Something stirred in Lynn's mind, and he said:
"So what exactly happened to your King? You say he took over the Sleeper, then talk as though he's dead. What state is he actually in now?"
That was something Lynn had wanted to figure out all along.
Was he still alive or not?
The heart fell silent for a moment, then said:
"Isn't a slumber approaching eternity the same as death?"
Silence fell over their surroundings again.
Yet at that moment, Lynn suddenly froze.
He had thought of the monster the Clown had released from his body. If that monster was the Ancient God King who had orchestrated everything back then, intending to take the Violet Great Lord's place the moment he became a Firstborn...
Then wasn't this also a way of granting his wish?
Because if eternal slumber was the same as death, then for a God King who wanted nothing but death yet could never die...
Wasn't that the best fate he could hope for?
Lynn raised his head in a daze.
"If he never wakes up again, wouldn't that mean he's finally free?"
He could think of that.
He didn't believe the will