Chapter 1646: Nine. To the far horizon (15)

"I never thought about denying them."
Marseille's tone was extremely earnest, almost sad.
"I didn't want to hurt them, nor did I want to deny their ideas and pride. Just..."
Once connected, not just consciousness, memories, feelings, logic, beliefs, ethics, personality, values-everything that constitutes the "heart" overlaps in an infinite moment.
In the rainbow-like phosphorescence, the girls saw the past of Marseille, and Marseille also witnessed their miserable past.
They are constantly being deprived, trampled, and ravaged, sometimes from the Empire, sometimes from the same oppressed human beings, sometimes from the former comrades who betrayed, and sometimes from the children just to live tonight.
Even if they are also persecuted, it does not mean that they are clean, innocent and kind.
No matter when and where, the oppression and bullying of the weak will not change.
To survive under malicious encirclement, it is not enough to be strong and tolerant. It must be supported by "something" in order to survive the darkest days.
Something-it can be faith, it can be an idea, it can be perseverance.
For "Nightingale" and "Robin", what supports them is "Proof of Birth", "Dignity" and "Pride".
Relying on the support of these shining intangibles, they can survive the most difficult days, travel through various battlefields, face calmly, and even face smiles to greet death.
Girls like that are extremely dazzling.
It also makes Marseille feel sad.
Not sympathy, but sorrow.
"I know that they did not deliberately seek death. They wanted to fight and survive to prove that they were born as human beings, and proud of themselves with noble beliefs. Just..."
Licking his lips, Marseille bravely said:
"The battlefield is not the age of knights now."
The Acura Knight spirit and the idyllic pastoral warfare of Dayi have long been a distant story. Today's battlefield has been alienated into a cold that transforms everything including human life into digital symbols. Machine guns and heavy artillery will not pay attention to the spirit of knights. Brass armor and steel ball shotguns treat all villains and good people equally. All creatures in front of the "Legion" are equal. No matter whether they are high or low, they are all sources of hostile targets and brain tissue samples.
There is no justice and evil, no lofty and inferior, only victory and death-the side with fewer mistakes wins the victory, the side with more mistakes bears the shame of defeat and falls to hell.
In this battlefield like hell, those beautiful things are more valuable and fascinating.
Marseille was attracted by that glory, chasing the girl's back step by step, wrapped in the trend of the times, and finally came to this step.
"I know how important those are to them. For me and the world, it is like a kind of salvation. I don't want to hurt them anyway, but..."
The words choked up, and after four or five seconds, he decided to say:
"No matter what is good, what it can do and reach is limited in the end. Sometimes, even if it is criticized for being despicable or ruthless, someone must come forward to stop them from being harmed by their own justice."
The ideal is beautiful, and it is an important opportunity to gather people's hearts and achieve great achievements.
But after all, ideals are just ideals, and let reality succumb to ideals-there have been few successful people since ancient times. The vast majority of people finally succumb to reality, and a small number of people fall on the path of perseverance. Finally, they can get a glimpse of the time when the ideal is realized.
Even the savior shouted, "Lord, why did you forsake me" while being sentenced? Not to mention mortal.
Therefore, in order to achieve a career and protect the girls and their precious brilliance, Marseille must look at the various problems faced from a very different perspective-a realistic perspective. Avoid girls being harmed by their justice.
Just like this time.
Marseille knows that it is a gambling to get ahead. It is needless to say that if the gambling loses, even if the gambling wins, his handling will incur unhappiness of the two people and even hurt them. But even so, it is better than watching them just give up their lives in vain.
"Are you afraid of losing them?"
"Afraid."
The boy nodded and said honestly:
"But I also know that with the current environmental conditions and their identity and ambitions, it is likely that when I don't know... Anyway, people will die once, and no one can escape the end of death. But I hope they can see In a world other than war, in addition to fighting, suffering, and death, you can also see happiness, think about life and the future...at least not to usher in meaningless death."
Death on the battlefield, interrogation room tortured to death, tortured death on the execution ground-death is often accompanied by people who pursue ideals. Whether they want it or not, they may eventually fall on the path to ideals and perseverance.
Marseille knew this, and to some extent it was partly accepted.
But one thing is difficult for him to accept.
That is, while the girls adhere to Gao Jie, they also use Gao Jie to isolate themselves from the world. Not expecting the world and the goodwill of others, nor thinking about life and the future.
Because this is a world that is not worth pursuing and a world that is not worth looking forward to.
Marseille cannot blame this idea.
Even if he is sad and unacceptable, he and no one else is qualified to criticize.
The family and hometown were taken away, dignity and freedom were deprived, and only the cruel fate and death were imposed. To them who have lost everything, such a world is not beautiful, it can only be not beautiful-in order not to hate, not to hate, not to complain, the world must be cruel and ugly.
In Marseille's eyes, this view may seriously deviate from universal values, but it is definitely not a mistake. For them, "Nightingale" is the only truth. The so-called world is that look.
"So I can only devote myself to the army, I can only find the battlefield, and I can't hesitate to fight against powerful and unimaginable enemies. Just to defend my pride and restraint. But in turn, this makes me think—"
After a pause, Marseille's gaze turned to the side window and met the cold blood-red light of "Salamanda II".
"It's just like it."
In order to command a fighting machine that is constantly marching;
In order to abide by the faith and continue to fight against Gao Jie girls;
In the end, they all ran to the sea of ​​corpses and became a member of many corpses, and what is the meaning of this death and destruction in the end?
I'm afraid it's hard to call it meaningful.
In order to prevent them from running towards meaningless death, and to prevent them from being injured by their own justice, Marseille ended the crisis in his way.
"Your thoughts, I have understood."
Minerva snapped the table and looked at Marseille meaningfully.
Marseille's answer was somewhat unexpected, but it was reasonable, and largely coincided with her.
Girls are not adapted to a peaceful society. They immediately start MDS battles when they encounter crises, and are almost killed. In the final analysis, they are "unwilling to change themselves who have fully adapted to the battlefield."
Fear of losing again once you own it, fear of denying your life so far, fear of not being able to integrate into a peaceful society, and fear that "you are no longer yourself."
Because of fear, he desperately refused to change and wanted to keep his "present self."
From the habits of daily life and rest to the volunteering of the army, everything is for the sake of not forgetting the war. By breathing the air of the war, you can retain your present appearance without having to expect anything.
Marseille was aware of this and chose silent companionship and guardianship for this purpose. Even if they were misunderstood and hated, they had to protect them at a critical moment.
What should I say to these young men who are in trouble.
Minerva clenched her hands, her straight face was not smiling.
"I didn't expect you to be so timid."
"timid……?"
"I'm not talking about fighting or dealing with crises. At that time, your performance was so daring that it was frightening. You couldn't help but think about what kind of reins you need to take control of a mare like you."
Minerva leaned forward slightly, her jade-colored eyes raised upward, staring at the young man with a confused face.
"You think that their thinking has stalled, and you decide to lay down to protect them. But I don't know that this will not only get them out of the situation of stagnating, but also make your own thinking stall. No, it should be said that it was deliberately stuck."
Pretending to be thinking, protecting, and actually evading problems.
"It's not that I don't understand, I am unwilling to think, how to build my own life under the pretext of "protecting beautiful women", how to build my own life. What you call "protection" and "fear" is really in Say the two of them?"
"I……"
When he heard the boy's embarrassing voice, Minerva stopped.
She knew it was too much to say, and it was unfair to Marseille, but it must be overkill. If Marseille could not face her problems squarely, she could not face her feelings. Then he can only stay in his present life.
Unable to look to the future, the future does not belong to him-when he described "Nightingale" in this way, why is he portraying his own portrait? Can only participate in the army~EbookFREE.me~ can only make that choice---- Of course, a part of it comes from rational judgment, but it is not that his own way of thinking has been reduced to the strange circle of self-limiting and turning around.
It’s not that I can’t look into the future, I don’t understand what happiness is, I am unwilling to look forward, I am afraid to understand, I am afraid I cannot give her happiness. To join the army for this purpose, I want to watch the light on the girls and rationalize my behavior by turning inferiority into worship. This is the deepest disease in Marseille.
He is not without a promising future.
The outlook for the future, the expectation of happiness, and the wait for girls, in fact--
Before reaching an undesirable answer, Marseille subconsciously stopped thinking, and the confused expression quickly regained his calmness, trying to cover up all this.
Minerva snorted without missing his small movements.
"Since it’s not a pain, besides you and me, the steel girlfriend who can’t be jealous or gossip outside, you might as well talk about your expectations and plans for the future. You said you want girls to see In a world outside the battlefield, I hope that they are happy, so what kind of life do you want them to live?"