Emotion Taster

Arc 3 Sweet Stinged Acid Ant Format: Chapter 20 - Behind Suicide . 2

He did tell me that before. In small conversations while walking away looking for a safer place. But, I did not think that he would continue to wander into foreign areas that incidentally he knew would intersect with the animus of the owner of the region.

That means ...the goal now is not just to collect mana by taking the life of a suicidal person. But, he also tried to spread his ideology to other witches and animus.

"OK, now tell me what happens if I refuse."

"If you refuse, we assume none of this ever happened. I'll go, and you get your territory safe again" he explained, taking his eyes off and taking the whole matter lightly. "I'm not too aggressive to impose a will. But, I want you to be smarter decide ... Kaivan."

"..."

Again, he acted as if the act was right. He didn't see the bad side of taking lives, he saw the good side of helping someone who was tormented in his dying pain.

After all, I as Amalia's maid didn't really glance at such a person either. Even if he shares territory with Pero, I am also not necessarily able to take mana from people who are mentally suicidal.

Then, the question ... Do I now have any interest in it?

Coming with him means traveling with him. I will most likely leave Amalia, I will also leave my family whose home is now in a state of desolation.

But is that really what I need? If I agree with his ideology, do I really want it?

The answer .. I think it's clear.

"Geza .. do I call it right?" call me next with a question of opening up politeness.

"I'm not used to that name. But, if asked correctly or not .. yes, my name is indeed Geza," he replied.

"Huft .. hah ..," my breath draws a lot of oxygen to deliver energy to the brain. "I'm sorry, I still think that murder is wrong."

"..."

Of all the reasons he gave, all the sentences he was aiming for, still couldn't shake my heart to actually walk behind him. Even if I looked at the lives of people on the verge of collapse, the same feeling I felt for Azarin. Not one bit thought that the person deserved to die.

But what I decided was not just because of that. I don't take one person personally. When I asked Amalia, she also gave the same answer.

I might look stupid, hoping that the people around me would allow me to kill myself. Even if things get worse, even if the disease gnaws my body to death, people who are not even members of my family say that I should not die.

*pokes

"Hmm?"

Amalia patted the note to me. There is no pain, only the feeling of asking 'what is it?'. However, it also did not have time to say in my mouth, because shortly after, he showed the answer on the written page.

When you say like that, I'll hit your head and say don't give up.

That was the answer that Amalia gave me back then, the real answer was very simple to understand. Because no matter how difficult someone is, there must be someone else. Because ....

"Because suicide doesn't solve the problem. It's just bringing sadness to the living" I said to Geza.

"Heh," the laughter of his nose underestimated my answer. "You think that makes sense? I will not take the life of a suicidal person because of his selfish desires alone. I also thought about the background of the person, the people that everyone had left behind."

"Son, there's no one like that" I strongly objected.

"What doesn't exist? You saw it for yourself, didn't you? The sick man there had no family who wanted him, he was left alone, neither his family nor his friends had come and was tired of taking care of him."

"It's just one small group. Because, even if he's been left behind, the medics would still want him alive."

"You defended them? They cannot cure the whole disease, they just inhibit it, add pain and suffering to the person. They impose their will, they do not hear the person's request, they think that healing is best and ride their feelings. That person actually just wanted to rest in peace."

"..."

"Huh .. hh .. hah ...."

Geza started giving me consecutive sentences, the accent fast enough that his breathing was a little out of control.

"Stupid!"

"..."

He cut my sentence, saying it came out loud enough that my reflex response was to stop talking.

"As for you, do you want to live in a dream continuously!?" it's a little rough. "Not all of your illnesses can be cured, all you do is inhibit death and add to the pain. Regardless of his wishes, all the medical personnel there knew, that person would not survive. No matter if he wants to live or not!"

Snapping again, another row of sentences, Geza put a lot of emotions in his speech. I can even more feel him as the main character here, not that sick person. His fear, hatred, and anger were unleashed violently along with the screams.

"Huft .. hah ...."

But ....

"I still believe in miracles" I replied with a slight smile. "We might say one thing is impossible. In the end, no one knows until the time comes. One thing is clear, it is impossible it is absolutely impossible if we do not achieve—"

"Miracle ...? Huh!? Miracle you said?" his question was polishing in a condescending tone. "There's no such thing. What you get all because of your efforts, what you receive all because of what the world gives you."

"But we don't know what the world gives us in the end."

"Kaivan, are you seriously thinking of torturing a sick person even longer? Letting them die slowly in every second?"

"They didn't let him die, they tried to cure him."

"They themselves even knew the disease could not be cured? The man's death is confirmed."

"Huft .. hah ...."

I went back to taking a breath. Repeatedly ... many times .. to keep my atmosphere and emotions under control. Because, it turned out to be very effective, even with my calm, Geza's emotions repeatedly decreased and stopped screaming.

"Even if he's destined to die, I don't agree that he's killed."

"Then, you did agree to let him die full of pain."

"All death is pain, and I don't want many people to feel the same pain" I said, gently controlling emotions. "It may be true that he has no life expectancy, it may be true that he just slowed his death."

"You understand that, don't you? You should have been able to—"

"But!"

"..."

This time it was me who cut him off, making him retreat and with a slight glare.

"But humans are not stupid. They must learn, they will find out, they will continue to grow. Treatment that inhibits the disease can be an entrance to the real medicine. If he dies, he doesn't die in vain. He might be able to give hope to the person afterwards, providing medical data on where the drug might develop in the future. Killing every sufferer does not solve the problem. If the killings continue, then the disease will be like that forever .. There will never be a cure."

"..."

Medical literature certainly has experienced this, especially if it hit one outbreak. The murder of one-man paranoid to eradicate the disease will not solve the problem. Illness will remain, and murder is the worst way to go. Science will not flourish, and the disease will continue to threaten forever.

I don't speak with feelings anymore, I speak on the basis of all mankind. So ....

"I reiterate again" I said, taking a deep breath in a twitch. "Suicide only brings sadness to the living."

*****