This is nothing more than an introduction to Chapter 6 as a whole, since everything is going down, basically. I'll review what you all reviewed in the last chapter (and this one) in the next chapter!
Libertas. Theia.
Goddess of Liberty. Goddess of Light.
They sound like two different concepts, but they are similar and related in more ways than one. Whether it was out of misfortune or a mistake brought down by the gods themselves, these two concepts of liberty and light seemed to reflect a bigger role than the overused concept of darkness and light.
Emancipation is something desired. It is a drug, and I want nothing more than to devour it and be freed from these chains that held me captive here.
Everyone desired emancipation. They wanted freedom, and they had never gotten it. They wanted the freedom to know, the freedom to speech, the freedom to press… everything was lusted and desired after, yet what titled humanity as selfish came as a result from Libertas and Theia themselves.
Build this world. Mold this world. Create this world themselves as if they were gods.
What is seen on the outside is nothing more than a mask. What is in the inside is nothing but complete and utter chaos, misery, hatred. It was a massacre, and it was a betrayal to the naive little victims in front of their very eyes.
But, like Libertas and Theia themselves, I want to be freed. I want to escape from society, and I hate the chains that society forced me into.
I hate the labels society threw at everyone. Those classes of the rich, the middle, and the poor… who cares? Society caused these people to go poor.
Ultimates.
Who gives a damn about Ultimates? They're worth nothing anyways. They're the same as everybody else.
What makes them so special?
I can prove that they're not special. Every single one of us can prove these pawns are worth nothing in the end.
They're the same as us, so why do we care so much about them?
Can you tell me? Can you tell me why?
Of course you can't. It's all futile in the end, and we all die no matter what happens. Special or not, everyone will die either way.
Chapter 6
Dernière Danse
And yet there was no saving point, for I already knew it was futile.
