"Maybe he would have lived well without me.
A moment's warmth was enough for him to stay by my side for lifetimes, yet he said it was only repayment for a debt.
I was enamored with all that was wonderful about him, basking in the light he gave me, and thought it was only natural.
I thought it all came from obligation and guilt.
I hated him, resented him, misunderstood him.
He was a lofty god, yet he wouldn't lift a finger to save my people as they died.
He was an all-powerful god, yet he wouldn't bring one innocent life back.
That's right, he was a god, and I was only mortal.
So I could only see Ziqing, lying in my arms and barely breathing. I couldn't see Xizhu in Luochuan, whose flesh and bones were being eaten away.
He had nothing left that wasn't broken.
I thought this was the end, that it would set me free.
But how could I ever be free without you?"
Theme: Not everyone dreams of being a hero. Some just can't bear to watch all living things suffer.
