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"...How many Church members and innocent people died in the pursuit of Ince Zangwill and the recovery of 0-08?"
"...How pitiful, you foolish, upright people. How devastated they would be if they knew their tragedies had been tacitly permitted by a god from the very beginning!"
Leonard gritted his teeth and sprinted with Daly on his back, not daring to look behind him.
"...0-08 is an important item that a High Sequence Beyonder needs. Your Evernight Goddess has cooperated with that person, so she must give 0-08 to this High Sequence powerhouse as payment."
The oncoming wind struck his face. A chilling aura rose behind him, and a mere wisp of it sent Leonard collapsing to his knees, his arms and legs convulsing beyond his control.
Leonard struggled to prop himself up, fumbling as he lifted Daly from where she had slipped to the ground and put her back on his back.
He knew his hands and legs were trembling violently. Fear and more and more tangled emotions gripped his mind. But he still had to get Miss Daly and the captain out of here. He bit through his lip, using the pain to barely drive those emotions away.
"Do you hate me, or do you hate beings who 'toy with human lives at will'?"
What I really hate is...
Leonard stood up, trembling, adjusted Daly on his back, and cast aside every distracting thought, repeating inwardly: Run, run, run!
Even so, his teeth kept chattering, and tears flowed without his realizing it.
Run, run, run. Keep running.
"Run!!"
When people appeared around him again, Leonard roared at them, "Run! Don't stand here!!"
But the passersby around him did not heed his cries. Instead, most watched the young man in tattered clothes, covered in wounds and carrying an unconscious