Something to achieve immortality . . . That's something from fairy tales that Ran read as a child. Something from history books -- emperors who squandered resources, lives, and their own morality on their insatiable quests for immortality. Those stories had always been illustrations of the fallibility of humanity, warnings against those who would dare reach for something that was forever out of their grasp.
And yet here it was, something else that should only belong to stories cropping up in modern life. Again there's that disconnected sensation for Ran -- a paradigm that doesn't quite fit inside of her own, splitting like a double image.
"Is that even possible . . . ?" The words are soft, both rhetorical and not.
She shakes her head quickly as though to clear it, tries to ask what presses next.
"Why didn't you stop when you realized what they were doing with it?" It sounds like she has regrets, the way she talks about her hands having the blood of the victims. Obviously she got out later, but . . . after cost.
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And yet here it was, something else that should only belong to stories cropping up in modern life. Again there's that disconnected sensation for Ran -- a paradigm that doesn't quite fit inside of her own, splitting like a double image.
"Is that even possible . . . ?" The words are soft, both rhetorical and not.
She shakes her head quickly as though to clear it, tries to ask what presses next.
"Why didn't you stop when you realized what they were doing with it?" It sounds like she has regrets, the way she talks about her hands having the blood of the victims. Obviously she got out later, but . . . after cost.
Significant cost.