Reminisced League of Nine, part 20 (after battle)

So it comes down to this. I'll probably die soon.

In such a peaceful place...

...What.

Ha, haha...

You're right, it doesn't recognize me.

I may be filled with husks right now, but I know...

I'm almost there. Soon... I'll make my own technology to fill myself up.

I'll gather a team again... hire another secretary... There'll be a lot to do.

So... I don't think I'll need you anymore.

...Dongrang? I wonder how long will you keep me waiting.

Ah, sorry for the delay. I was reminded of something I left in my hometown...

But I've realized that now is the time to be thinking about what I'll gain from now on instead of what I left behind.

Anyone can have a moment of foolishness.

Right, so... You know about a way to generate an endless stream of tears, do you?

To reach a certain quota, people are tortured... then cured using the tears... then tortured again...

It's such a waste to keep spending a portion of tears on that.

True, so we're importing footage from a variety of Wings and Backstreets Syndicates as a substitute.

They're asking higher and higher prices for the audiovisual feed, aren't they?

Other factions are starting to notice that we're in evident need of it, albeit faintly. Even if they don't know what exactly it's used for in K Corp.

Hee... huhee... huhnh...

Could you please... break a finger now?

See. Your subordinate tied to this chair seems to have lost it, too.

…….

I shouldn't close my eyes.

Miss Carmen... I believe that's not exactly the case. The path hasn't ended, and I finally see clearly where I should go.

Dongrang... after coming such a long way 'round... have you at last returned to this path?

When I look into the eye... I don't feel the sympathy I used to feel anymore.

Instead... Do you see that? A pale imitation of the League's renowned glass window, made by leeching off it... It's now become the flag that raised the esteem of K Corp's Singularity high.

...Yes, I can see it well.

Brother Young-ji has left, Dongbaek has returned to the bed of flowers...

All that's left is a parasitic mutation of Young-ji's glass...

My shoddy copy of the glass, which didn't manage to be anything.

What use is technology that can't change the world?

So I want you to stop caring like I have. Let it cry for our agony and sorrow in our stead.