07 : A coward who wants to despise another coward
Why doesn't Justice Max kill me? Isn't my actions enough? Had he killed me in kindergarten, the bakery, the amusement park, the soccer stadium, and the hospital wouldn't have been in jeopardy! Camilla was never used by me! Justice Max didn't waste time!
"What is this, lady?"
Camilla asked me. Camilla may have felt something disturbing. In front of the welfare facility for people with intellectual disabilities, I explained people with disabilities so that Camilla could understand.
"There are people living here who cannot live a normal life for various reasons. Don't you think Justice Max can't fight the way he wants if there's a poor person nearby?"
While saying that, I was ridiculing myself. Who is the standard for a normal life? Who decided that the people with disabilities were poor?
The places where fifteen years old and ten years old girls can attack are limited. In a country without a death penalty, the only way to be killed is to wait for the murderer to come. Justice Max was an exception that suddenly appeared in an optimistic nation like a joke, a rising star that greatly increased the chances of killing me. But like a pacifist, Justice Max doesn't try to kill me. He may not understand that keeping me alive will increase the damage.
I broke the door glass with a water bottle filled with water and got the attention of the staff. The walls, windows, and other things were randomly scratched or shattered. Starting with the screams of female staff, the welfare facilities have been transformed into battlefields with angry voices and screams.
"Stop!"
In the fuss, only the devil's voice was clearly heard.
"As with the previous hospital, don't do this for stress relief!"
"We didn't come here for that reason! We came to beat you!"
"I don't know why you're hostile, but if your goal is to meet me, don't bother others! I would have said I would go if called!"
"Huh? Oh, sure ... What? Then why have we been doing this so far ...?"
For the first time, Camilla noticed a contradiction in my behavior.
"Anika Becker. Why do you do this?"
Why do you do this? It's a word often used by heroes who pretend to be on the side of justice. I have a reply.
"Poor people who can't live a normal life should die."
Justice Max approaches us step by step.
"What is a normal life? Who decided that the people here were poor? Why can you say they should die!"
"I know!"
My voice interrupted Justice Max, who was still trying to say something when he came right in front of me. Camilla was frightened and moistened her eyes.
"The definition of Normal life and Poor people depends on our thinking! The poorest person is the one who doesn't understand it! That's me! It's just painful to live! Kill me! What is the reason for not killing me? You are the devil!"
Justice Max listened to my list of words to the end.
"I can't kill humans."
"What is the difference between an alien and me?"
"I'm human. You're human too."
"... You are the devil."
"... Say me anything, but don't involve anyone."
I said all the words that came to my mind because he would listen silently, and I sat down in the place.
We had Justice Max call a taxi and borrowed some money to come home. He said, "Call me again when you can return it."
"... He was crying."
"Is that so? I don't remember much."
"The white devil was crying. His voice was shaky."
I was unaware. Even Justice Max seems to hurt like me if he is badly told.
