I remember...
That day...
The day the old man found us...
"Dammit! Dammit!" A desperate cry of a male voice rang out. "Please! Please be alive!"
A desperate cry of a broken man sung out through a empty world, standing on top of a rubble, in a land of obsidian and snow. He stood there, in the pile of rubbles, he keep on punching and throwing all the rocks away. With an eyes that filled with desperate and empty gaze, he keep on digging through the rubbles.
Without any care for his current body, he didn't give a damn about himself anymore, all he had left now, was to save someone. He had made a promise to that person, and that promise alone is all that he had left. He can't fail it now, as he keep on digging, with an injured hands, then, he finally saw it.
A glimpse of hope.
As he uncover the rock, he saw it, a small puddle of mud began to slowly evaporate, this mud was none other than the Pandora mud. What left of that box evil, was the only hope he can get, slowly, he can hear it, a cry of a baby was coming out from the mud. Without any hesitation, the man quickly sprang his arms into the mud, knowing the full danger of said mud, that possessed the ability to turn anyone into a monster, if came into the slighest contact.
Yet he couldn't careless about it, as he then quickly dig through the thick layer of mud, there, he finally felt something. Once he got a hold of those in the mud, he quickly grab it out, and see a glimpse of hope. In his hand, he saw three small embrio, neither of those embrio are normal to begin with, as one of them are crying, while the rest were sleeping quietly in his hands.
"You... You all... Are alive...!" The man began to let out tears of joy, in a desperate moment that he had fallen into, he have at least, fuffiled a part of his promise. "Thank you! Thank you!! For being alive!"
I remember it clearly...
Those tears of joy from the old man...
I couldn't fathom, why he is happy over us being alive...
Neither the three of us, are born innocent like any other baby...
Yet...
He still felt joy, for us being alive?
Us?
The amalgamation of Humanity sins?
I have ask myself, why?
"Old man!" A young brash and cheerful female voice call him out. "There is something, I've been meaning to ask you,"
"What is it, Rei?" The man asked.
"I heard, that children are born sinless in this world, yet, why?" That young female voice was none other than Rei. "Why exactly, are they sinless?"
"Well, for instances, baby who were just born into this world, because thet dom't have any sort of moral action yet. Nor, can they comprehend, the action of both good and bad," the man answered.
"But, that isn't true at all!" Rei denied his answer. "I felt it! I felt their Greed! Their desire to live! If Greed itself is evil, then why are they sinless?"
"Rei... Greed isn't always evil, so does both Sloth and Wrath, they are the necessary emotion, that every human need to survive. Wheater they are a child or adult, Greed is needed for them to keep on living, if one doesn't possessed a Greed, wheater they live a happy life or not. Is still quite questionable," the man answered.
"So, does that mean, that neither me or those two, are born evil?" Rei asked.
"Rei, how many time, I have told you, neither the three of you are born evil, you are all innocent just like any other," the man replied.
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