One by one, my partners died in front of me, but I was powerless.
The people we rescued are meaningless to us at this moment. After we saved the world, has the world ever looked at us?
He told me in a deep, husky voice that he was broken. Told me he would seek death next cycle.
He seemed to want to ask me to live a good life, but the words came to his lips but he couldn't.
Because we are all the same, and we all feel the pain of losing a friend.
Everyone is feeling the torture of countless cycles.
Intention: Go round and round and you are never alone