"This is a very complex psychology, um... like those people who want to commit suicide."
The Devil stood before the slab, eyes filled with nostalgia, as if it were a diary, evoking those memories that were about to be forgotten by the Devil.
"They indeed want to commit suicide, yet truly hope someone can rescue them, freeing them from the descent into pain."
The Devil commented, "The birth of this slab was the same; on one hand, we wanted to completely erase the past, on the other, we left it as a testament, proving that distant past of ours was not false, but real."
He praised it, "I thought throwing it into the depths of the Secret Source would mean no one could find it anymore."
"What happened in the past?"
At this moment, Hill understood many things and had a rough guess concerning the origin of the Devils.
"I guess, it's about how you became Devils?"
