It was too loud, so loud it made him drowsy.
If he got the chance...
He would give that useless Clown a good beating.
But since he could hear his voice, that probably meant his family was all right too... If that was the case...
Then perhaps he could... rest easy...
"Lynn! Lynn!! Don't sleep!! Don't fall asleep!! Open your eyes! We're in Hell now! We're back!!"
But he could no longer hear him.
Darkness.
Bone-deep darkness.
It was as though some stubborn conviction in his heart had gently loosened its hold.
Many people believed that after death came nothing but bone-deep darkness, something everyone feared. Yet, for some reason, death felt so peaceful to him, so gentle.
Laying down his burdens... falling asleep and never waking up...
That seemed...
Seemed like it wouldn't be...
So bad.
Where's Zuo Zuo?
Aren't you always the one beside your Brain whenever he does something stupid?
Sorry. Just this once, I'll grudgingly admit I was wrong. Don't blame me. Your Brain doesn't always go out of his way to take those risks, and he doesn't always mean to make you look after him. It's just that when you're around, he naturally feels that whatever stupid thing he does, that silly hand beside him will always be there to pick up the pieces.
After all, isn't that how it always goes?
At Happy Home, in Curse City, on Blue Star... I've gotten used to it.
Zuo Zuo?
Zuo Zuo?
Are you there? Your Brain has gone and done something stupid again.
"I... am."
I see.
That's good, then.
You may be a useless left hand, but just stay obediently beside your Brain. Don't go anywhere. That's enough.
His eyes were vacant, and his hair had been burned away in the flames. What