"Their love is here, and your shame is here!"

Steve's cold voice made Steve wake up from his memories, he looked at the other party in annoyance, and was silent for a long time before turning his head, and at the same time, a question sounded as if it was squeezed out of his nose: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Hit?"

"It's not the same passionate look you had just now?"

"Are you ready to face reality instead of hiding behind 'greatness' and deceiving yourself?"

Pacing to the side of the corpse mound, each rhetorical question of Ember pierced the weakest place of the opponent like the fangs of a poisonous snake.

"This is a good thing, it shows that you still have a minimum conscience. ”

The artist seems to be approving, but with his limping pace, it looks more like a mockery.

"The first day I knew, it turned out that I was a heinous person!"

A disdainful sneer tugged at the corner of Steve's mouth, and his eyes were full of disdain for Ember, a "small trick that can't be put on the table".

He does feel guilty about some unsatisfactory past, but this is not a reason for the other party to use these to defeat his existing insistence.

As an old antique of "Captain America" and the foundation of the term "superhero", he has experienced too much.

It is precisely because of the experience that he has become stronger and more aware of what he should do.

"Heinous?"

Ember's tone is back to classical, and there is a hint of chanting the hymn in the tonal succession: "Perhaps, it depends on how you perceive it." ”

"It needs to be corrected," Ember raised his index finger and pointed around, "This is your inner world, everything here is your own thoughts." ”

"The only thing I've done is to build a stage for you to perform, so that the curtains and scenery that serve as the background become more colorful and thrilling!"

"As for how to use this stage, whether it is self-redemption or a black lie to the audience, it all comes from your own performance!"

With that, Ember snapped his fingers.

A cold light shone vertically from an inexplicable position at the top of the cave, enveloping Steve in it.

"You think I'll be at your mercy like a marionette?"

Steve asked rhetorically, at this time he had gradually detached himself from the state that seemed to be controlled by memories just now, although his chest was still choked by inexplicable emotions, but he still returned to his former strength.

"I never felt that the performers who were standing on the same stage as me were puppets in my hands, although they would dance as soon as I pulled the thread in my hand!"

Standing in the dim light of the vertical light, the artist shows the other ten flexible and slender fingers, like a puppeteer behind a curtain about to begin to manipulate the puppets on the stage to perform.

"You've always been so self-righteous?"

While questioning, Steve looked at the layout of the cave with his spare eyes, hoping for a way out.

The battle was going on outside, and he didn't have the time or mood to argue with a madman here.

"Artists should be confident!"

"Artists?"

Steve shook his head, as if he didn't even have the mood to refute: "I really don't know, where did a demon with bloody hands come from to have the confidence to call himself an 'artist'!"

"Talent," Ember said with a slight bow, as if he were an executive who had engraved a dogma into the plan of a brass watch, "unparalleled talent!"

“......”

Steve was choked by the other party's answer, and it took him a long time to react: "No, I think you are more like a court jester in a mask than an artist, and your self-righteous pretentiousness is so ridiculous and disgusting!"

"Irony is also a type of art!"

Ember replied unhurriedly, not showing the slightest irritation at Steve's taunt, still graceful and graceful.

With a rude woman who can ruin a good mood with just a few words, Mr. Steve, who gritted his teeth and vented his anger, still has a lot to learn.

"Everybody has a mask, I'm just making my own, everybody's a clown, I'm just a little crazy!"

After saying what seemed to be a summary of the words, Ember looked at Steve, who was covered by the mask for most of his face, and chuckled, "You also have a mask, whether you wear it with it or take it off." ”

"There is also something hidden under the mask that can be called 'evil', which you try to hide but has always existed, you are not as noble as you think, Mr. Steve, at least you standing in front of this hill of corpses, you are not qualified!"

"They are sacrificed for me, not for you!"

Steve pointed to the hill where Ember had his back to him, and said in a firm tone, "I know them better than you are a madman, I am ashamed and guilty, and I never deny it!"

"But you, Mr. Kada?Ember, you are not qualified to stand in front of the corpses of these great men and rebuke, judge, and even atone for me in the voice of the bitter lord!"

"I've read your file from the information given by S.H.I.E.L.D., 'Drama Master', you are not noble, so you rarely show that posture of the Dust Angel Judgment Incident!"

"Bang-bang-bang-"

Ember clapped his hands and applauded Steve's words.

He was indeed satisfied, this kind of role is called professional, and if the magistrate was replaced, Ember had no doubt that the Hamlet-like opera would make her turn into the style of sow husbandry.

Yes, she has that talent and strength, and Mr. Artist has come to his senses and learned to "compromise with reality" when confronted with her.

"Graceful and high-sounding words, if you can learn some more court tones, pay attention to your own speed and pronunciation, it will be even more perfect!"

Gathering his thoughts, Ember opened his mouth and continued to guide the direction of the plot.

"You ......"

"It has nothing to do with me," the artist said, waving his hand, emphasizing again, "I don't want you to immediately understand how touching 'beauty' is, and I don't want to admire your tears as you kneel in front of the corpse, so this performance is led by you, and I am just a member of the stage building." ”

"What if I don't act?"

Unable to find a way out, Steve had to focus on Ember's body, and his mouth was perfunctory and unreasonable.

"You still don't get it!"

Ember shook his head, as if facing a piece of rotten wood full of potholes: "This is your inner world, 'performance' is just a visual expression, you have to do it all the time very simply, just give yourself an explanation." ”

"I don't need to confess," Steve said categorically, "and I don't believe I'm going to be so weak, especially in front of 'them'!"

"No, you do!"

Ash's tone suddenly turned cold, causing Steve's heart to clench.

"You know yourself better than I do?"

Steve, who didn't let the inexplicable panic affect him, made a mocking remark, looking at the other party as if he were looking at a lame clown.

"Look there, that's where it all comes from. ”

Ember stretched his hands sideways, directing Steve's gaze back to the top of the hill, and then his lips and teeth opened slightly, as if the ubiquitous meandering tones permeated the entire cavern:

"You are not sensible, you have a hard time, and you have a reason to do it......"

"But no matter how innocent you are, are you like an ignorant baby?"

"They have their own interests, they are self-inflicted, they have ulterior motives for your contributions, they are imposed on you, and they are what you don't need......"

"But no matter how dirty, useless, and disgusting their efforts are, can they compare to the fragments of corpses that are full of hills that can only attract maggots and have no other value?"

"What do you think as you watch babies climb up and down the mound?"

"When these two aspects, the reasons you use to deceive yourself, each go to the limit of your hope, it is this thrilling 'beauty' in front of you!"

"Now, Mr. Captain, Mr. Hero, Mr. Savior!"

"You look there and ask yourself what ...... heart"

"Are you really just supposed to feel guilty?"

"Are you really innocent?"

"Shouldn't you really atone?"

"Shouldn't you really put aside your 'noble', 'humanitarian' skin and repent of the filth inside you and under the mask?"

"Don't you really deserve to die?"

"The world is still beautiful without you, and the sun will rise without you!"

"When you present yourself as an indispensable member of the world, you tell me, you look at their bloody, rotting, broken corpses and tell me that you are really not trying to escape, to find a strong shell for your weakness?"

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