false empathy | xiv

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"Die..?" he asked. "But... what is that?"

"It is an end of a life," answered the raven.

The shepherd boy stared at its beady eyes.

"... And what is life?"

"Hm..." the bird thought for a moment.

"...It is a state of being alive, of course. It's what separates us from the rocks and the sands. It is growing and experiencing, feeling and thinking.

But death, on the other hand, is the state of a life ceasing to exist anymore."

"Is death sad?"

"Yes, it is."

"Then I don't want to die yet."

"It cannot be helped. It is your fate."

"Fate?"

"It is what humans call their misfortunes when they have nothing to blame."

"But... isn't there another way?"

"... There is one way. However... it's a dangerous journey. But if you succeed, then you will never fear death again."

The shepherd boy breathed his answer without hesitation.

"—I'll do it," he said.

The raven cocked its head to one side.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded firmly.

"Yes."

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