Time rewinds to a few minutes ago.
"Are you trying to kill yourself?"
Louise looked at Marseille's back, wrapped in white bandages, and asked, the anger in her calm tone obvious to anyone.
"From past to present, I've never thought of such a thing."
"Then do you know what you're about to do?"
"Reach the scene as fast as possible, find a way to provoke that brain-covered guy, delay his attack, and create an opportunity for Mr. Roland to counterattack."
"How is this different from suicide? Isn't it just choosing death voluntarily?!!"
"Suicide means you don't plan on coming back alive, but I will give it my all, and then come back alive."
Not just doing one's best, but giving it one's all.
Similar, but not the same.
The difference lies in the starting point—one's subjective judgment—whether there's determination to cross death and trials.
"You guys can only say pretty words!!"
Amidst the roar, the girl's vision became misty.
