Doesn't it feel familiar, the father who was originally cold but now wants to atone for his sins, the mother who always cares about you, the sister who hates you, and the other family members who hate you and love you

The story is always cliché, you want to get revenge on them, but in your constant travels, you understand them, you fall in love with them, and you understand that they are all for your own good

So the story ends perfectly, your journey is over, your revenge farce is over, you hug each other in the night light, eat a delicious dinner, get together and enjoy the warmth of family, the previous mistakes are forgiven, and no one looks into the past anymore, because they are all happy

Are you kidding

Is it really that easy? What exactly is the qiē you used to make? What did they do before?

Hatred, scars, betrayal, hurt, pain, how can these be erased by the truth

The Avengers can only go on until they destroy them, or destroy themselves

There is a fine line between love and hate, and you keep gaining power, gaining power that you should have used for revenge, but in the end you have used it to save them

Why? All your hard work is for a goal, but because of a little insignificant, charity love, you have turned your back on your ideals and betrayed your own desires

What exactly are you doing?

You've got blood on your body, and you're stuck in a whirlpool of hatred that you can't get out of

Why do you still have delusions, delusions, fantasies, and want to get family affection?

A fairy tale will have a perfect ending, and a story will only have a perfect process, as for the ending? That's not up to you

Right, me?

Come on, live in the midst of contradictions, fight, and demand, until you meet the truth that belongs only to you, and then

In pain and pity

Die