Hesta didn't ask any more questions. She seemed to accept Agnes's explanation and resumed her forward-looking posture.
"I noticed that your tone when talking about Gobelin was much more affectionate than Roboglier." Hestad said softly.
"There is nothing surprising about this," Agnes looked away. "Mr. Gobelin is the one who comes into contact with us on a daily basis. Although all this is due to Mr. Robbeglier's plan. But for us , Mr. Gobelin is the one who is more like a father."
…
The four of them kept bypassing the guarded aisles and finally arrived at the side entrance of Grace Theater.
There was no one in the theater, but it was in a mess. A large area of the seat surface was scratched, and the memory foam inside bulged out along the cracks. There were suspicious stains everywhere on the ground, and metal bullet casings were scattered on the ground.
When passing the sound system, Hesta even noticed a row of bullet holes on it. She followed the trajectory of the bullets and looked in the direction of the shooting - the second-floor theater without lights was dark and she could not see anything.
"...Oh my god," Li Ge couldn't help but sigh softly, "What the hell happened in this place."
Hesta looked back, "Let's go backstage first."
…
Agnes walked at the front. She took the three people behind her back to the backstage of the theater, and quickly found the locked prop room deep in the backstage.
Rico kicked off the door lock with a kick, and the room filled with all kinds of magical objects appeared in front of everyone. Agnes covered her mouth and nose with one hand, entered the room in the dark, and began to rummage through the legendary "prop safe" ".
After moving several heavy objects, she realized belatedly that she was the only one entering the prop room. Behind her, she heard Hesta and Rico talking outside. Anna would interrupt from time to time, but their voices were so soft that she couldn't hear the conversation clearly.
Agnes simply let go of her hands and feet and made a lot of noise in the prop room. In the flying dust, she turned her head very naturally with some complaints, "Why are you staying outside all the time? Come in and do something." Live!"
However, this time, when she looked out through the small door in the prop room, she only saw Hesta sitting alone in a wheelchair.
"How's it going? Did you find the safe?" Hesta asked.
Agnes was in a daze, "...Where is Ms. Rico?"
"she went out."
"Then where is that...Ms. Anna?"
"Someone came to pick her up, so she went out too."
Agnes's throat moved slightly, "How can they rest assured and leave you here alone...?"
"Riko has checked and there is no threat here backstage."
"Really...how can she be sure?"
"Because there's no one else here but us."
For a moment, Agnes had an unreal feeling, and she turned her back to Hesta.
Taking advantage of the darkness of the prop room, Agnes made various exaggerated expressions unscrupulously - fearful, sad, surprised, angry... as if this could quickly relieve the panic in her heart.
She felt her hands shaking. It was easier than she thought.
"I read some theories about Roboglier today," Hestad suddenly said, "Now I kind of understand some of what you said last night. Would you like to talk to me?"
Agnes didn't look back: "...Really? What are you talking about?"
"You say, 'Freedom is the biggest lie'."
Agnes stood there without saying a word.
"I've been thinking about your words this afternoon, and to a certain extent it is true... It's not because we don't love freedom, no one doesn't love her, it's just that when some more important rights are violated, 'freedom' In this way, the illusory value can be temporarily given up.
"You believe, or someone is trying to make you believe, that you are exchanging formal unfreedom for substantive freedom, and exchanging the temporary unfreedom of the present for longer-term freedom in the future."
Agnes laughed again, lowered her head, "I don't even understand what you are talking about..."
"Is it difficult to understand?" Hestad was a little surprised. "In the final analysis, it is nothing more than a promise that there is a better order in this world, and we should pay some price in exchange for it, even if the price will harm ourselves, It is also worthwhile... It is in this context that freedom becomes a lie, because it becomes an excuse for some people to be willing to be enslaved."
Agnes slowly turned half of her face, "Of course, that's it."
"But you are different, because you want to break the chains, open your eyes, and pursue 'justice and equal rights'... You long for a world where whoever takes more risks gets greater benefits, right?"
Agnes was silent for a while, "Yes."
"Then we can at least reach some mutual understanding at this point - people have to use enough sweat and blood to pave the way for order in their own hearts. I think so too."
"...What's the point of talking about this now, Hesta."
"No, this at least shows that we are not that different," Hesta said softly, "You said before that you don't like to take shortcuts, and I don't trust shortcuts either... But the order in Roboglier Here, the only value of women is to give birth. They ensure the normal reproduction of the race and maintain a reliable rear for men. You are also a woman, how can you agree with this concept?"
Hesta heard Agnes's heavy breathing. In the silence where no one spoke, her breathing gradually became calmer, as if she had made some determination.
"...There are obviously more advanced jobs to be done, but they still use themselves as a tool for reproduction. Such self-contemptuous inferiors should not be called human beings."
Hesta was confused for a moment: "...what?"
"Reproduction is the lowest form of work, and a woman's body is prepared for the lowest things: blood stains once a month, two cumbersome pieces of fat on the chest... I am also a woman? Is this something glorious? "
Agnes sneered twice, "A bitch also knows how to give birth to puppies.
"Don't confuse me with other women. I am different from most of the creatures in this inferior species. I will choose a more difficult path and live like a human being," Agnes murmured in a low voice, "A... …Real people.”
"So that's what you think." Hestad lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry."
Agnes took a deep breath, "You know, Hesta, I'm very grateful to you for talking to me about this. Without this conversation, it would be really difficult for me to make up my mind... But I understand now, or rather, Become more convinced of the meaning of certain actions.
“The most important thing right now is to survive.
"Sorry, Hesta."
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