Lawrence still remembered it all, that night many years ago, engraved in his soul, he fled like a poor wild dog under the raging fire, but now, he came here again, like a king returning to his palace.
It's such a refreshing feeling.
The Cathedral of St. Naro rejected Lawrence's arrival, but no matter how it resisted, its tentacles rolled up and broke, there would always be a new figure, stepping on the fallen corpses and moving forward. "Lawrence" seemed endless, transforming into a demon as evil as itself.
There was no turning back. From the moment Lawrence became the Orthodox Pope, the only path he had left was forward.
Fortunately, Lawrence didn't care about these things. He never looked back and never regretted the decision he made.
He is a true fanatic, a zealous extremist, and he has been fighting to this day for that illusory prophecy.
"Everyone, did you see that?"
Lawrence walked on the dusty steps, step by step towards St. Naro Cathedral, towards heaven.
“I’m almost there.”
He was talking to himself, not sure to whom.
It could be an illusion, or it could be that Lawrence's own consciousness was gradually losing control. Anyway, all of this was possible for him to happen. After all, Lawrence had been alienated into an existence that was difficult to describe using common sense.
Every death of Lawrence is a real death. The split consciousness is killed, and the experience of death is transmitted to other consciousnesses, which feel the fear and pain, and then continue to move forward under pressure.
Lorenzo has always been in awe of the power of the Gap. Although this power is strong, it also comes at a price.
The [gaps] destroyed by them will not disappear completely, just like the impurities that are difficult to remove in alchemy. The fragments of those [gaps] will also remain in their own [gaps]. No matter how they are destroyed, there will always be a trace of dust left.
But such dust will accumulate more and more in the constant fighting, making the gaps in one's own space bloated, and even making it difficult for oneself to recognize oneself.
Yes, that's right.
All the guys killed by Lawrence did not die, but lived beside Lawrence in another form. Lawrence could see them, listen to their voices, and recall their memories at any time.
Like a group of ghosts traveling with Lawrence.
Such accumulation gradually filled up Lawrence's "gap", twisting his self into a weird appearance, just like the lives of countless people, which were stitched together, extending into a deformed and crazy life.
As more and more impurities are deposited, the gaps in the self are filled and replaced by other people's impurities, just like the ship of Theseus, until one loses oneself under the heavy pressure.
As he stepped onto the stairs, Lawrence couldn't help but recall the past. They were all kinds of memories, of men and women, with different occupations and experiences. But what he knew was that these were not his memories, but just some residues that were difficult to erase.
"What a pity."
Lawrence whispered, and at this moment he suddenly realized that he had forgotten most of his memories, only some fragments that were hard to let go were still clearly visible.