"It was all me."
The flowing tears could not be controlled. -Sob...
You...
You are... -Slip!
Wooooong!
Countless lingering thoughts rushed in through Mok Gyeong-un's palm, which was touching Blue Spirit's cheek. Her red eyes, pouring out tears, trembled. Memories were being painted right before her eyes. -Why are you trying to entrust it to me, a mere human body of consciousness? -... -You are not a mere anything.
Are you not shining even more brightly?
'You...'
[Someone once said that. Because it is short, it shines even more brightly. We can just live like that too.]
Her bright, smiling face. That was my everything. Born as a Demon King with something akin to immortality, he had wished for a human life that was fleetingly short but shone brighter than anyone else's. -Ssss!
The black flame was gradually shrinking. It was dying out. -It truly was... a long, long time.
'Stop.
There is no need to completely melt your consciousness into me like this. No, why are you trying to disappear?' -I am not disappearing. 'You!' -There is no need... to think like that...
I am... you. You are... me. In the end... we are one.
As the black flame shrank to the size of a finger, even his voice was gradually getting quieter.
'Stop! Stop it.