He has to do this, no matter how many times he fails, because he is the Pope, and also the Dean, this is the meaning of his existence, even if this 'meaning' is meaningless, he still persistently and blindly adheres to it, just like me..."
Roger stepped in front of Lorenzo, extended a finger, and pressed it against his forehead, the corroding force expanding, almost bursting Lorenzo's [Gap].
"Just like you, Lorenzo Holmes."
Roger's voice was soft, as if lulling a child to sleep.
"We are both walking corpses, constantly moving forward for our respective goals, even if our bodies have rotted, our consciousness blurred, and even we no longer recognize ourselves."
The ice began to collapse, the sea boiled and wailed, and the stars lost their original brilliance, sinking into deep darkness.
