Subliminal Wayfarer

The man who doesn’t read books II

You are trying hard, I see.

But not quite in the direction I expected.

Still, such methods won’t be of much use.

Even if you cut off my limbs and gouge out my eyes, it is impossible.

No, you’re right.

Torture is torture.

If you cut off a person’s fingers, anyone would spill their secrets.

I am well aware of my own weakness.

I’ll undoubtedly cry, scream, and beg for your sympathy.

After all, I am quite weak.

But you won’t get any answers from me.

Because the future me will know nothing and remember nothing.

I will be able to confirm eternal life in the next life.

You won’t understand what I’m saying now.

But soon, you will.

Sir Raymond.

Then, goodbye.