Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4386 (Four Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-six)

He felt that the most important thing was that the words he said next would not immediately cause the other party to fall into more severe pain. It was best to follow the other party's meaning. Bin said: "It means... they actually seem to be... actually... they seem to be... the weeds themselves, light and fluttering, and they cannot control their own lives." Although in his eyes, the blue-armored people were not considered human beings, and at this moment, in his eyes, the blue-armored people who were already weeds themselves were even less human beings, but could only be regarded as weeds, but in front of the other party, he still said the word "life". Of course, when he said these two words, he felt a little uncomfortable, because in his impression, the word "life" was used for people like him in Tiecang.

"So you think they are different from the blue-armored people you met before?" said the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left cheek.

"Yes." he answered.

"Can those blue-armored people you met before control their own lives?" said the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left face.

"Yes," he replied.

"Can those blue-armored men who were tortured to death by you control their own lives?" asked the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on its left cheek.

"They...they were...able to do so before they were controlled by my superiors and some other people," he replied.

"If they could truly control their own lives before, would they still be abused by you like that?" said the head with a bunch of weeds painted on its left face. "Have you ever thought about it? They are Blue Armored People since birth. Many things they do are restricted by their identity as Blue Armored People. They are despised, oppressed, and insulted simply because they are Blue Armored People! If they were Iron Warehouse People, their lives would not be like that at all!"

After hearing this, the person who had said "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is the difference between you and me" felt like he had said something wrong. Even though he had tried to follow the other person's lead, it seemed that he had not really followed the other person's lead. He wanted to turn the conversation back and said, "Maybe..."

The head with a bunch of weeds painted on the left side of his face said, "So now, do you still think that the blue-armored people you saw before are different from the blue-armored people you see now?"

In fact, at this moment, he still felt that there was a difference. He was not a blue-armored person, and had never experienced the life of a blue-armored person. He could not understand how many obstacles most blue-armored people had to encounter in their growth process just because of their identity as blue-armored people. This obstacle was not the kind of individual unknown obstacle that each person might encounter in different circumstances, but a foreseeable obstacle that those people had to face from the moment they were born, and it was difficult for a large number of people to escape. He felt that the blue-armored people he had seen before were simply not comparable to the "weed blue-armored people". He thought that these weed blue-armored people could only change where their eyes looked because of the wind, and they could only bend when the weeds were bent. Not to mention controlling their own lives, these people were like they had no life, as if they had never lived, and the blue-armored people he had seen before were in a much better situation in his eyes. At least they could move on their own, at least they had lived. In his eyes, the weed blue-armored people and the blue-armored people he had seen before were simply the difference between life and death.

(End of this chapter)