People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 128

My head throbbed as I watched him crunch loudly into a cookie, speaking as if lecturing me.

“Hey, isn’t that a bit too forced? I don’t remember everything, but that farmer made us work endlessly and barely fed us.”

Of course, had I paid a bit more attention to my surroundings back then, I might have noticed Carlisle in peril. But at that time, I was just a child—powerless against anyone.

It was only because Carlisle barely bought me some time that I managed to escape the farm.

So, rather than blaming myself for Carlisle’s sacrifice back then, it would at least make logical sense, and I could accept it—after all, without his help, I never could have fled.

But that wasn’t the case, which was precisely why it troubled me.

The Messenger of God’s words sounded as if I should have used my divine power—even at the cost of my own lifespan—to save Carlisle.

Even if that wasn’t his actual intention.

“Besides, just go out onto the street. See if anyone cares about a beggar.”

I groaned softly and propped my chin up with one hand.

Soon, the unpleasant life of that beggar rose once again to the surface of my memory—sitting miserably on the filthy ground, wedged among a boisterous crowd, with a rusted, grimy metal bucket placed before me.

People tossing a coin or two barely enough to buy a loaf of bread, then snickering as they walked past; others ignoring me as if I didn’t exist; some staring openly with pity while muttering to themselves yet offering no help; and still others spitting on the ground and cursing, “What’s a filthy beggar like you doing here?”—I encountered humanity’s ugliest facets then, more than during my time under the farm owner’s abuse.

“No one cares at all.”

Though occasionally someone would genuinely offer food or drink, I’d seen far more of humanity’s cruelty, leaving me skeptical.

[Yet aren’t you still feeling guilty toward him, despite saying such harsh things? Why be so unkind?]

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