If a person does not regard human beings as human beings, then is he still a human being? If a person does not regard human beings as his kind, isn’t he a monster?

Claya didn't care about Evanson's killing, and she didn't care about killing those who were defined as bad people. The only thing she cared about was Evanson. She didn't believe or accept that the person she loved deeply was such a monster.

Claya suddenly looked at Arida Gemini with resentment. She firmly believed that, or the way Evanson had always shown in front of her, Claya thought he was not such a cold and ruthless person. So this view must have been instilled in him by others.

The aliens among the aliens, the evils among the evils, the demons! It must be these two existences that represent chaos and evil demons, seducing Evanson. "It's you, right? It must be you who taught Evanson this idea. It's you who made him fall step by step, and it's you who turned into monsters!"

As Claya's emotional ups and downs, the power she had just gained overflowed from her body, and the pure black energy wrapped her layer by layer, as if there were tentacles made of pure shadows, stretching around and stretching on the dark coat.

"Relax, relax." Facing Claya's terrible form and her hoarse questioning, Ereda Gemini just smiled cleverly and looked at her with ridiculous eyes. "Not to talk about others for now, if you continue like this, you will become a monster yourself."

"Don't be excited, Claya." Evanson's heart was not as big as Ereda Gemini. He didn't dare to take this change of Claya. "You haven't controlled this power yet. If this continues, you will go crazy."

"Hmph!" Claya took a deep breath and snorted. Her eyes, which had turned pure black, stared at Evanson tightly. After a long time, she dissipated her shadow coat and returned to normal.

"I want to explain some things to you, just as I said, I didn't tell you before because I was afraid you wouldn't accept it. Until now..." Evanson saw Claya recovering, gritted his teeth and said as if he had made up his mind. "Most warlocks are cold-blooded animals, because they have no feelings, and I... are not much better than those people. Some evil and terrible thoughts do not need to be tempted by others at all, and I will think that myself."

"So... these behaviors are all from your original intention?" Claya gasped. On the one hand, it was because the power in her body suddenly burst out and then forced to suppress it. This burdened her a lot, and on the other hand, it was because Evanson's words made it difficult for her to accept.

"Yes, that's it." Evanson nodded and admitted, but he shrugged and spread his hands. "But what's the big deal? Are the things I do really that evil? We are facing a terrible war, and countless terrible crises are hidden around us, whether to defeat them or to escape them, sacrifice is inevitable."

"I just made the right choice when I said this." Evanson laughed, "and I tried to reduce the number of sacrifices, and these people died without pain, without any sense, without fear. To be honest, I felt that I was simply too kind."

"It's really the same sophistry as ever, Evanson." Claya looked at Evanson with complicated eyes. This kind of fallacy and sly argument was very familiar, but the person in front of him was no longer so familiar. "The necessary sacrifice is not an excuse for you to ignore life. No matter how easy they die, they cannot hide you from not treating them as humans."

"You have to understand, Evanson." Claya stepped forward, holding Evanson's hand tightly with both hands. "No matter how cruel the war is, you cannot regard human life as a number, and you cannot regard human life as addition and subtraction."

"Human life is not addition and subtraction..." Evanson lowered his head, his thumb kept rubbing Claya's hand, and then he raised his eyes to Claya, and asked in confusion, "What is that? Is multiplication and division?"

"Hmph..." Evanson gently let go of Claya's hand, smiled and said, "I know what you want to say. Everyone's life is sacred, unique, and extremely precious. But this is only for himself, what does a person's death count for people who have nothing to do with him?"

"There are people dying in this world all the time, but who will mourn them for one more second except their relatives and friends? Even if some people die very...creatively and die so well that the whole world knows, it is just adding topics of conversation after dinner. Some people may squeeze out a few tears, but not because of sorrow, but purely to show their compassion."

"Some people are even more excessive. They may even say some sarcastic words for the sake of unconventionality, and they will not even have the minimum respect for the dead." Evanson said this and made a strange expression. "You accused me of being indifferent, you said I am a monster who does not regard people as human beings, but in fact, people in the world are not much better than me."

"And..." Evanson curled his lips and said distressedly, "I treat people as numbers, but I have at least thought about his value and carefully judged how big a number he can act as. I treat human life as addition and subtraction, but that means I have to rack my brain to calculate this math problem, thinking about how to get back from the stingy fate."

"Oh..." Evanson patted his head as if he had realized it. "So, I, the one who you accused of as a cold monster, is the most troublesome one to treat the death of a person who has nothing to do with me."

"Well...well..." Claya was dumbfounded. She clearly felt that Evanson's words were all fallacies, but she didn't know how to refute them. She even had a hint of recognition in her trance. After all, she knew that there were really few people in this world who took great pains to care about the death of someone who had nothing to do with her.

But... I always feel something is wrong... Claya now feels like a breath is blocking her chest, but she doesn't know where to vent her "But...but... do we give up on human nature like this? Because the sacrifice of human nature in most people's hearts, we have to give up completely? Because the threat that can destroy humanity exists, we will stop being human for now?"

"Human nature? What is that?" A strange tone shouted, full of disdain for human nature, but it was not Evanson, but Peggy Carter.

Claya looked at Peggy Carter in surprise, "You have fought to defend the glory and freedom of human nature, Ms. Carter, have you forgotten?"

"Is that? Why don't I remember?" Peggy Carter curled his lips and said indifferently, "Defending the glory and freedom of human nature... Humph, that's just a halo added to us by others. I... and those who are in the battlefield with me know..."
Chapter completed!