Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5162 (five thousand one hundred and sixty-two) So-called

"It's... it's impossible to touch it." The man said, "I even tried to sink myself... At that time, I felt that... sinking myself was full of risks... a huge risk."

"What risks do you think there are?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I felt at the time... if I tried to sink... I might just... continue to sink... sink deeper... and then... never be able to come up again. In my impression, I was... coming down from above, and the places with light... and warmth were all... above. If I sank... the result would probably be... to a place that was still pitch black and even colder. I felt that if that happened... I might never... ever think about coming up... never think about leaving... never think about meeting the light and warmth again."

"In fact, you still hope that you can meet light and warmth again?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Talking about hope... isn't really the case," the man said.

"Why do you say it's out of the question?" asked the man with gray hands.

“I think… I shouldn’t dream of going towards the so-called… light… the so-called warmth.” The man said, “Up there… even if there is spring up there… it… is not my spring… I can’t do that.”

"But you still have this thought deep in your heart, right?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Well... actually... not necessarily?" the man said, "I don't know how to put it... I think... the tone of my voice says that I want to go forward to the so-called light... the so-called warmth... it's better to say... I just want to escape from the pain."

“Do you think that the so-called light and warmth of reunion is actually an escape from pain?” asked the Gray-Handed Man.

"Can... can you say that?" the man said, "I... don't know either."

The Gray Hand Man said again: "Let me ask you a question. If you could be born in the light and warmth, and always be there, would you be willing to do so?"

The man thought for a moment and said, "Impossible."

"Why?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That...is not normal." The man said, "Darkness is normal, coldness is normal...but...I can't be left in the dark without being able to find a way out...and the cold can't be too cold...I have to...survive."

"Find a way out in the dark?" said the man with gray hands, "Where does that road lead to?" "Somewhere else," said the man.

"Where?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Just... let me change places." said the man.

"A bright place?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Hmm..." the man said, "No...no...no! It doesn't have to be a bright place."

"What is that place?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Any place is fine... not necessarily a bright place." The man said, "Anyway... let me change places."

"Change to another dark place?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Actually…it doesn’t have to be that dark.” said the man.

"Or is it light?" the Gray Hand Man asked again.

"There's no need for light." The man said, "Just a little... a little light... will do."

"How much light is appropriate?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"From time to time... a little bit." The man said, "But don't let me feel that the world is bright... that would... that would affect my impression of this world."

(End of this chapter)