Taboo (3)
I stared blankly at the hologram panel.
"...Yeah, crossed my mind when I checked the bag."
It was a judgment I'd desperately ignored to protect my sanity. I'd busted my ass escaping 1F cannon fodder duty by fleeing to 60F, only for it to all be pointless?
From my perspective, after all that effort, it wasn't a conclusion I could swallow easily.
And besides...
Thinking I'd have to kill every future climber with my own hands? That felt wrong.
Last comment nailed it. I forced calm, tapping the keys.
"..."
I swallowed the rotting feeling in my gut by force.
No choice.
Comments echoed me, spinning it positive.
Then it hit.
574F dropped this reply.
"......"
Uncomfortable.
Felt like it pierced my heart dead-on.
"Huh?"
A plan? Everyone else blank as me.
I asked. Reply came quick.
But not an answer.
Gallery flipping again.
"Ah..."
Puzzle pieces clicked in my head.
Lightning strike when the picture completed.
One Who Knows the Leisure of a Cup of Black Tea. She'd promised to teach corpse utilization.
"Heh..."
Hollow laugh escaped.
Posted first.
"If it's possible, he'd say it..."
But 574F didn't spell it out from the start.
"..."
Just realized why.
He'd seen from the jump I'd balk at using corpses myself.
So he drops the grim truth via post, leaves me one option.
Not aggro—consideration.
Eerily perceptive tactic.
Led by the nose.
Or... spared me the dilemma.
His brand of kindness, I guess.
"...At least I read his intent..."
Checked the handle 574F named next.
Yeah.
If it's doable, I'll do anything. Perfect timing to learn new stuff too.
While Death Note Commander teacher's away.
He hates distractions. But absent now—no interruptions for new skills.
And if doing it...
"Gotta do it right."
Decided: no half-assing.
Moment I opened eyes to new world.
This comment hung there.