EFFORIA WORLD AT WAR
He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different. Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war, fueling the coming of Ragnarök.
No Longer Human
It wasn't rhetorical, he wanted an answer to his question, and I had to give it. I didn't quite understand where he was coming from still, as I didn't see what he did. I wasn't quite confident in my will to live, he was right, but I had decided to go on still, to complete my task, I wanted to complete my task.
As for my fear of death, what it meant then is not what it meant in the present, back then it meant starting over, more pain. In the moment, it meant sleep, sleep until I recovered, sleep until my broken body drew itself back together.
I no longer knew death, at least, I had seen nothing that could prove a threat, so why was I supposed to be afraid of it. I wasn't even afraid to confront death, not afraid of the pain. He was wrong, but he couldn't see that, not even with his empty eyes.