Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5255 (five thousand two hundred and fifty-five) crying

"What happened next?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Then... I don't know how long I struggled, but I seemed to hear... some voices." said the man.

"Is that the voice of those blue-armored men?" asked the man with gray hands.

"No." said the man.

"What's that noise?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's a strange sound... of a child." The man said, "It must be crying."

"Where does that sound come from?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I... don't know." said the man.

"Do you feel like it came from that spring?" asked the Gray-Handed Man.

"No." said the man.

"Guess where it might have come from?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I always feel like... it's like I... heard a sound that doesn't exist." said the man.

"You don't even feel that the sound comes from your environment?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The man said, "Yes...it really doesn't seem to come from the environment I'm in."

"The voice of a child, is there only one voice?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes, there was only one person...crying." The man said. "What did you think of at that time?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"What I thought... was still quite scary." The man said, "I actually felt that... the crying child was... myself."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "So you stopped struggling?"

The man said, "I... listened to the voice for a while. I can't say I stopped struggling, but... although my eyes were still looking at that spring, the disappointment and resentment in my heart... had not disappeared, but... but I no longer continued to behave like I did at that time. I no longer... no longer tried to move in the direction of their spring."

The Gray Hand asked again, "Does this mean that the struggle is not as frantic as before?"

The man said, "You can say that, but...but at this moment, it's like you are just watching my struggle."

"Watching?" the Gray Hand asked, "Can you see anything in front of you?"

“I can’t see it.” The man said, “But…but after hearing the crying of the child, I…I seemed to see my own struggle. After all, I think that crying child is me…myself.”

The Gray Hand Man said, "Do you think that crying child is struggling?"

“I think… right.” The man said, “At that time, I thought that… that child might be too young. It would be difficult for him to go anywhere, so he could only… could only cry. However, no matter how hard the child cried, no one responded… The child continued to cry and struggle… but… it was useless. I think that the child I thought of at that time might be my child, just like… just like me who was in the darkness and cold at that time… There was nothing I could do, and no one paid any attention to me.”

The Gray Hand Man then asked, "When you stopped moving toward the spring, did the pain lessen?"

“It seems… it seems…” the man said, “I can’t remember, it shouldn’t be getting any less painful… I’m in the darkness and cold, it shouldn’t be getting any less painful no matter what… But… But the pain seems to be different from before.”

"How is it different?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I...I don't know how to say it." said the man.

(End of this chapter)