"If I kill you... I will forget half of the power of the gods."
"Because..." His vision suddenly became blurry and he couldn't see anything clearly. There was a smell other than blood, salty and cold, which instantly extinguished the flames that were spreading wantonly.
"... I like you."
A whole piece of sadness was cut open.
Half. Half of half. Half half half half.
Infinitely close to zero.
Infinity exists.
Conception: