"The darker it gets, the more you can feel the light, the more sorrowful, the clearer it becomes."
"Why, it's love, of course!"
The old guy's eyes lit up.
"But you haven't even been married, Oscar, and you say marriage is just two fools chasing each other!"
Buscalo snapped after coming back to his senses.
"Does the fact that I haven't been married affect my appreciation of such emotions? Before you worry about me, maybe you should think about paying their living expenses every month!"
The old guy retorted fiercely.
"Some fight for wealth, some for power... Of course, there are countless things like honor, history; some even fight over whether to eat sweet or spicy."
Oscar Wilde declared righteously.
"But for me, I fight for love. I am the warrior of love!"
"Yet, it remains a sad story."
She whispered, feeling a different emotion as she recalled the story once more.
It's like a dark fairy tale. The tree lost its beloved Little Nightingale, and the Little Nightingale's sacrifice was also meaningless.
In this moment, it feels somewhat similar, as Selyu is about to walk towards death for Lorenzo's damn wish, not concerning love or sadness; it's just a madman's self-destruction.
"So, you see, no one cares about these things anymore, and poor love has become something only naïve people talk about."
After the excitement, there came a somewhat despondent solitude, the old guy lamented.
"Sometimes it feels like the world has become so strange, holding genuine love yet being mocked."
It's quite a sad thing, but coming from his mouth, it doesn't seem that sad. He's lived a long time, yet his mindset is like a child's, shouting strange words, fighting for things he doesn't possess,
"Yeah... We should go, Selyu."
Lorenzo looked at the pocket watch and suddenly said.
Selyu was a bit puzzled, they were already on the train, where else would they go?
"You seem very busy, just like before, suddenly leaving."
"Yeah, life is always so busy, busy working, busy marrying, busy dying."
Lorenzo answered casually and then reached out his hand again.
"So busy that there's no time for farewells... But seeing you again, it feels really nice."
Two lunatics showing mutual appreciation.
Watching Lorenzo's departing figure, Oscar unexpectedly felt a bit lonely for a moment; not everyone appreciates his works, and it had been a long time since he'd seen such an interesting student.
"Oh, if it weren't for the Purification Mechanism beating me to it, he surely would have liked staying here." ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel·fire.net
Buscalo was happy for Lorenzo's departure, though he didn't understand why he suddenly left, he wasn't sure where else Lorenzo could go apart from this train.
However... he seemed to hear something he shouldn't have.
Oscar repeated his words; that puzzled, questioning look seemed to ask, 'What are you talking about?'
"No... it's what you said."
He wanted to explain more, but Oscar continued.
"You must be hearing things! As a doctor, you should take care of your own health!"
The old man hugged this unlucky divorcee tightly, the silver necklace gently swaying on his neck, its delicate patterns silently observing the world encased in a triangle.