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Though I was certain that I had left.
...It would appear that I am still inside that white square.
At this point, all things have been reduced to mere dots to me, utterly incapable of stimulation or inspiration.
Will I follow this meaningless walk, wandering my whole life?
We're only chickens whose wings are clipped perpetually...
Mr. Yi Sang seems to be in a bad spot...
Dante.
Even though I only delivered Young-ji's words with my tongue... it does give me a thought.
Maybe, these letters that Yi Sang wrote... weren't just meant for the Yi Sang in the mirror alone.
To all people he had ties with in the past, those he knows in the present, and those he might meet in the future.
<You mean, including us...>
I'm thinking that he might have been calling for help all along.
<Yi Sang...>
<What was on your mind just before you left N Corp?>
When I parted with Gubo...
The stars lost their shine and let darkness fill the air, and I felt as though I were crippled.
Yet...
I thought that there may be a place that would allow me to live on, even if I had no wings and my legs limped.
The thread of hope couldn't be thinner, but I held onto the faint possibility.
When we... or at least I saw your mirror, I thought I was seeing what we didn't have.
That's why they seemed so far, and that's why I could only look.
It's why I had to settle for this reality.
Like how I dreamed of stars as I watched fireworks.
But the mirror...
What it shows are possibilities. So... do you see what I'm getting at? You don't have to envy the mirrored images.
What you saw... were the possibilities you held.
You've had them all along.
The wings to make your possibility a reality.
...That's what I wanted to tell you.
……
Yi Sang, the first Sinner. I have been waiting for you.
If you join Limbus Company...
I promise that we'll help you recover your torn and broken wings.
And...
……
Well?
I...
I do not possess the talent to pick up shattered pieces.
However, those sparkling eyes... they were not feigned.
Our tortuous path will circle around misery.
What we thought were bonds will inevitably be lost, and precious things will shatter into shards that stab your soft heart.
...I am well aware.
It is for that reason all things would have no more worth than futile ephemerality.
<Yi Sang, why did you make the mirror?>
……
I...
Never made technology to hold any value in them.
I know well enough that I have no way to return to the past.
Simply...
That mirror you're holding...
It's what I call Yeonsim.
Yeonsim, huh... (硏, to grind or study; 尋, to seek)
This is a product of grinding something... scraping even the mind to polish it.
I see. I suppose all versions of Yi Sang were dedicated to research.
I thought that I had lost my wings, that I couldn't have them.
I thought I had been clinging to research, pathetically stroking the joints where wings used to be...
But I believe I now know the mirror's true name.
Yeonsim. (連心, "to connect the heart")
It's a bridge that joins hearts together.
I made the mirror because I wished to continue living and flapping and fluttering.
I wished to soar into the air once more, even if I fell afterward.
One day, despair will arrive for certain... It's for that reason... life must go on... as far as it can.
Whether or not I had wings... mattered not.
……
All Yi Sangs have outstanding talent. At the same time, all Yi Sangs are ignorant.
All Yi Sangs can see wings, but only one Yi Sang can fly.
If such is the case...
The Yi Sang in the mirror must be the opposite of the Yi Sang outside... but they're quite alike, too.
I mean the wings you say you saw... those radiant and magnificent wings.
They're my wings, and they're yours in the reflection.
Why do I think that? ...It's obvious. The mirror is a reflection of the self.
If you saw wings on me, then they were on you as well... They would obviously belong to you.
Now, kick off the ground and flutter your wings.
All I wished for...
Just once more...
I wished to fly.