"Someone else has joined our meeting tonight." The angel turned head to Raphael. "Ask the tormenting question."
"Why do you need souls?"
"Unlike someone else," he smiled, "you speak your mind. Admirable."
I scowled. Wherever I looked in this cramped office, they remained in my sight.
The ancient man pulled one cupboard in his deck. "This is my answer." Flickering like a mirage, a human image formed by his side. "They exist forever to fuel our power."
"How much?"
"More and more as we age."
"Where do your limits end?"
"The borders of the city - the borders of the people."
Raphael clenched fists. "Then why? Why do you let people suffer? Why do you let them die of sickness? Why do you let them live in poverty?"
"Not all of us. Some create cities, where the elderly trade their souls for the bright life of the young. They hold their humanity dear to the very end." He closed eyes and bowed his head. "I discarded it.'
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Legend of the Modern Age
心靈Long ago, Ciel had decided: he wanted nothing to do with humans. Adept at making plans that never come to fruition, he sold his soul to leave them (or so he hoped). Long ago, Raphael had decided: life wanted nothing to do with him. Armed with a bunc...
