Chapter 418: responsibility

Regarding Princess Aurora, I don't have many good impressions, especially when I think of the attachment and despair of that demonized bat boss before his death.
I thought I would become a good person, but I didn't want to become an accomplice.
It’s not that I’m going to put the blame on someone, it’s just that I hate this behavior of scorning other lives for the sake of my own life, especially after the demonized bat boss has lost his life for this reason, they still don’t know how to be grateful or repent. .
This is what hurts my heart most, and at the same time, it is also the most shameful.
However, I remember that at the time, Mi Lulu was the only one who was willing to bend down to dig the soil with me and showed a sad expression, so I could talk to her.
"Why do you want to return to Ai Rui City?" I asked puzzled: "Especially, you have been attacked here."
Mi Lulu opened her mouth and said nothing, but her eyes were a little erratic, as if she wanted to hide something.
I sighed, stood up, and said, "You have a good rest, I will go back first."
After that, turned and left.
And at this moment, Mi Lulu's weak voice came again: "Wait... please wait a moment."
I stood still, but didn't turn around.
"Please help...help..."
Before she finished speaking, I turned around, raised my hand, and smiled slightly: "You take a good rest first. If you have anything, I will talk about it later, okay?"
This was the most euphemistic rejection I could express so far. Mi Lulu's face was sad, she opened her mouth slightly, but she couldn't make a sound again.
I nodded, turned and left.
I got out of the weapon shop and walked on the street, my brows frowned.
Mi Lulu can ask me with such an attitude, thinking that the person who needs to be saved is Princess Aurora, but I don’t want to save, and there is no need to save, it’s not guilty of killing my power for an outsider. We had to leave our hometown.
Yes, I can’t commit it, I can’t commit all of this, I don’t have to listen, let alone do it!
Clenching my fist hard, I walked home quickly.
Phoenix and the others are sitting idle in the yard, sitting around listening to Taylor's story.
When Tyler passed by, he nodded slightly at me, and I nodded.
After a while, late at night, I quietly walked out of the gate and came to the yard. Tyler was lying on his deck chair to rest. Seeing me coming out, he raised his hand and beckoned me twice.
Beside him, I said: "Old man, is there anything?"
He tapped the armrest on the side of the recliner rhythmically, and after a while, slowly said, "Is there something bothering you?"
I nodded.
"Is it convenient to talk to the elderly?"
Next, I will meet Princess Aurora, behead the demonized bat boss, obtain Saradika, find the corpse of the lover of the demonized bat boss, and so on.
After I finished speaking, Tyler nodded slightly and said, "I understand, but do you think this is the dwarf princess using you?"
"Isn't it?" I asked back.
He shook his head: "Of course not. All of this is caused by your kindness. You don't see people in need of help being trapped. You want to help them, so you take the initiative to help them. You think you have done many things. Very good and very determined, but not so. In their view, you are a good old person with a kind heart. Therefore, they will ask you to borrow your power, but all of this is not using, because those Power, you agree to lend them."
"Am I... agreeing?"
"Yes, you agreed." Tyler opened his eyes, staring at me, and said: "If you don't agree, even if they think about it, will they borrow even a little bit of power from you?"
I was silent. While he was telling the story, my mind kept replaying the previous clips. Taylor was right. Since the beginning of the game, I accepted the commission of the old Paige, met Mi Lulu, and they Fighting the enemy together, killing the demonized bat boss, and obtaining Saradika, all of this is my own willingness... But why do I have a feeling of being used? Where does the strong sense of being exploited come from?
I couldn't help but blurt out: "Then old man, why do I have a very strong feeling of being used? Why is this?"
Taylor sighed: "That's because... you can't bear the condemnation of your conscience."
"What does it mean?"
"In other words, you are shirking responsibilities, trying to hypnotize yourself in your heart, and admonish yourself that these responsibilities are all dwarven races should bear. It is a problem caused by their causes. It has nothing to do with you. You are just a Innocent victim, a used idiot" Taylor had a sharp questioning look in his eyes: "You think so, don't you?"
"Can't take responsibility...shirking responsibility to the dwarves...Do I really think that? Is this...really?"
I felt I was hesitating, and even my heart began to shake. It seemed that a wall was slowly cracking, slowly breaking, and then slowly collapsing.
He sighed, turned his head back again, and looked at the sky: "Don't try to shirk, you have to take up the responsibility that is yours, just like when I saved you, your eyes and stubborn eagerness to survive Remember, shirk is just an excuse for the weak, and commitment is the performance of the strong. Xiaoyi, you are a born strong, don’t let the acquired cowardice be defeated, bravely stand up and be you Do what you think you should do, do what you think is right, and do what you don’t regret!"
What to do...
correct......
No regrets...
These three sentences are always in my mind, in my heart, lingering, reverberating, and suddenly, deep in my heart, a bright flash flashes, and in an instant, I am drunk.
"It turns out... that's it." I felt that my eyes became brighter, turned my head to Taylor, and said: "Yes, I understand. Then I will go back to rest. There are still many things to do tomorrow. ."
Tyler waved his hand and continued to doze off.
Back in the room, my heart was surprisingly calm. For some reason, an inexplicable force wandered on my left arm, first flowing through every finger, every nail, and then in the palm of my hand Turning around, then slowly moving up, swimming near the arm, drawing circles continuously, as if there is a watercolor pen graffiti on the wrist, and then, the feeling is put into the mud cow into the sea, and no trace.
And I did not know when, fell asleep.
Early the next morning, I got up habitually and glanced at the watch hanging on the wall: 4:30
Oh, it’s a bit early, but why are you so energetic today?
I curled my mouth, got up, came to the washing room, and habitually removed the waterproof bandage on my left arm. The moment I saw the graffiti on my left arm, I was stunned.
This...what is this?
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