-Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? In the name of what? What are you doing? Why, why are you standing up? Why do you keep fighting? Do you believe in a mission or are you afraid of dying? So what is the mission, maybe you will open? Is that freedom? Really? Maybe peace? Are you fighting for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson, quirks of perception. Fragile logical theories of a weak man who desperately tries to justify his existence, aimless and meaningless. But they, Mr. Anderson, are as artificial as the Matrix. Only a person can invent a boring and lifeless concept of “challenge”. It's time for you to see this, Mr. Anderson, see and understand: you can't win 60 Kota. Continuing the fight is pointless.
Why, Mr. Anderson, why do you persist?
-Just want Transcendence Scroll
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