"Are you denying your God? If there's nothing there, then your God doesn't exist either."
Plague Doctor retorted.
Zeus was at a loss for words; he didn't know how to respond. But then Plague Doctor continued.
"If there's nothing, then there's no knowledge. What else can be done? We can't just stop here, can we?"
"Afraid to face the truth, so you weave a ridiculous cage to imprison yourself. Living in lies and delusions only to ensure that your 'foundation' of existence isn't shaken."
Plague Doctor mocked.
"Will you choose to face the truth, know everything, and then calmly die, or live muddleheadedly like a coward? What would you choose?"
He turned around, questioning Zeus on the wheelchair.
The Plague Doctor's eyes were obstructed by heavy lenses, revealing only an unfathomable darkness. But Zeus clearly felt that there were gazes rising from the darkness, staring at him, not just one, but hundreds and thousands of gazes.
