News has come from the Northern Base. Beneath the ruins of the Main City, they plan to establish a human history museum in the center of the ventilation ducts, which avoided being blown up by a stroke of luck. For this reason, they're asking for almost everyone's memoirs. Many of the people at the research institute have handed theirs in.
But Lu Feng hasn't.
He doesn't have a memoir, nor does he write in a diary. His work notebook was equivalent to a diary, but those words were too slapdash, and it has already been lost.
In all of humankind's records thus far, the Arbiter himself has not left behind any words whatsoever.
However, amidst humankind's records, there's no shortage of writings and discussions about him. Humans think their history is like a long flowing river. He doesn't speak, hiding within this long river, yet he seems to be behind the shadow of every single ripple.
Once many years have gone by, how would people think of him? Would there be people who love him? Would there be people who hate him? Would there be people who doubt that he existed?
What can I do to make him more real?
I don't know.
He's loved people before. His mother, his friends, his subordinates. He hasn't hated anyone before, though.
He also likes humankind, but there were at least two times in which he felt bone-deep loneliness amidst the crowds. The first time was on Judgment Day at the city gates, and the second time was when the Arbiter's mannequin was shot by the opposition faction. At that time, would he have felt lost? What would have caused him to feel lost? The crowd that didn't understand him? Himself? All of humankind? Or the fact that humans would never be able to understand each other?
I don't know.
Every time I think of these things, I feel so upset that I cannot speak.
There will also be some times when I think, why are he and I always together? Will he be able to free himself frometernal loneliness by holding my hyphae in his hand? I can talk with him, but what can we talk about? He and I are the two most dissimilar people, and the people of the research institute have never been able to understand why we are able to peacefully coexist.
I asked Pauli, and Pauli said, "Actually, you're the two most similar people in this world."
I didn't understand.
Pauli said, "Once you get a little older, when you reach the age where you can look back on the past, you'll understand. "
But at that point in time, where would he be? And where would I be?
We'll probably be traveling around the world together, I suppose.
All right, I'll stop writing here.
I have to go prepare a New Year's gift for him.