"Why did you want to escape from there?"
Yong Xin's smile suddenly froze.
"You were born from death, yet you desperately flee from death, pursuing rebirth," Gerard looked up at Yong Xin and said gently, "What you fear most is returning there, but we are different, just as you said. That place is a land of death to us, but we are not afraid to go there. However, that doesn't mean we are not afraid of death, it's just that, for us, there are things more important than death."
After Gerard finished speaking, the chainsaw sword in his hand was also regaining power, its rumbling noise growing louder.
Gerard looked at Yong Xin, whose face had lost much of its smile.
"And these things, you cannot understand. You were born from Ian's body, possessing all of his memories, but you lack the most crucial thing. Therefore, you can never be my son, you will always just be one of those monsters wandering in the muck, even if clothed in human skin, I can smell the stench on you."
