Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5607 (Five Thousand Six Hundred and Seven)
"It seems difficult to keep silent." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Like now, but talking and listening at the same time?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes." The Gray Hand said, "I don't have any other choice."

The brown-handed man asked, "Do you hear any difference now?"

"Not yet." The Gray Hand Man said, "What about you?"

"No." The brown-handed man said, "I just felt that the sound was getting louder and louder, as if it would wake someone up at a certain point."

"Wake him up?" said the man with gray hands.

"Nothing," said the Brown Hand. "I was just speaking metaphorically."

The Gray Hand Man said again: "But it seems to have reminded me of something."

"What?" asked the Brown Hand Man.

"I really think that you and I might be woken up by something." said the man with gray hands.

"What is sleeping, what is waking, and what is after waking up?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Are we like asleep now?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Are we like in a dream at this moment?" asked the brown-handed man.

"When did we fall asleep?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I understand what you mean." The brown-handed man said, "I probably need to think about it carefully."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Have you thought of anything?"

"I did think of it. But I don't know if I can say it casually, so I need to think about it carefully." said the man with brown hands.

"Are you unwilling to say it, or are you afraid to say it?" asked the man with gray hands.

"It seems like a little bit of both." The brown-handed man said, "But as time goes by, the fear factor becomes less and less. Of course, it seems that not much time has passed since you and I started talking about this matter, just a few words, but I can still say that time has passed, right?"

The gray-handed man said, "Yes. Even if it's just a moment, in my opinion, it can be said to be the passage of time." "One moment, another moment, and multiple moments, added together, may be a lifetime." The brown-handed man said, "Life can be said to be composed of countless moments."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Life?"

"What's wrong?" asked the man with brown hands.

"You can talk about life like this now," said the man with gray hands.

"You feel stranger, don't you?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Not stranger, but more familiar," said the Gray Hand Man.

"You would also say more 'kindly?'" the Brown Hand asked.

"Do you feel that I, who say 'friendly', seem to have become a little more unfamiliar?" The Gray-Handed Man said in a mischievous tone.

"You do this again." said the brown-handed man.

"You can tell it as soon as you listen." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, "Hearing you say 'kindness', I naturally feel more kind."

The Gray Hand Man said, "We are talking about something else again."

The brown-handed man said, "In fact, we have always been talking about 'elsewhere', right?"

"Yes." The Gray Hand said, "It seems difficult for us to keep talking about so-called useful things. I mean during this period of time."

The brown-handed man added, "Anyway, you and I are both very different from our 'before and after transformation' selves."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Yeah, just like you took the initiative to admit just now, 'It seems to be a little bit', you wouldn't be like this before, right?"

The brown-handed man said, "Before, how could I admit that there was a 'dare' factor in this matter when you asked me like this? If it were you, would you?"

The Gray Hand Man said, "I used to be just like you used to be."

(End of this chapter)