Dimensional Descent

Morality

Even on Earth, where there was relative peace, no one could come to a perfect conclusion on it. Was there an objective morality? Was it relative, based on the situation or maybe the opinion of the majority? Was it based on religion or was it anti-religion? Were there some cases where the opinion of the majority should be overruled by a more well-informed minority?

Each discipline had their own fancy name, written by people who spent their entire lives studying philosophy, and yet none of them could come to a consensus.

There were too many variables, too many different cultures, too many differing life experiences.

Sometimes Leonel wondered how their views on morality might change in a world like this one. Would it scale up with the strengths individuals held and not change much at all? Or would their thoughts have to be overhauled for the sake of aligning with a new truth?

Leonel didn't know.

For quite a long while, he had been tugged around by those questions of morality, torn between what would satisfy his mind versus what would do him the most good.

He had come to feel in the end that most of it was bullshit. In a world like this one, created just to end one day, what good was there in some objective morality? Trying to find one had ended up causing him more heartache than anything else, and for what, exactly?

He could remember the feelings of his future self quite well. That endless void of loneliness, that gut sinking guilt, it was endless and vast.

If that was what chasing morality got him, he truly didn't want it.

But at the same time, that didn't mean that they would do nothing. The trouble was whether he was doing it for the right reasons or not.

His morality was originally based on logic. He couldn't understand what could objectively decide the worth of a life, so he didn't. Instead, he treated everyone equally and even believed that since he was granted talent, it was his duty to help to elevate everyone else.

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maybe even quite expensive ones that might come at the cost of his life, he also had a hard time ignoring the

empathetic in the sense he was able to read people's emotions like they were an open book.

to project himself onto others, wondering why they didn't react the way he would in a given situation, why they were showing weakness when they should have

him want to fix it, to put a stop to whatever that sinking feeling was, to

to help people, that was the fourth thing he had

let alone by the days and years. The constant weaving and push

that fourth principle of his lost

He was selfish.

to pay, he wanted to see nothing but her happy smiles, smiles that could

sure to work toward

she sniffled, seemingly feeling

lying to her. What she maybe feared the most was Leonel thinking less of her for still hating Anselma. However, with how connected the two were now, she could clearly feel her husband's

wasn't an ounce of

while enveloped in his embrace. And

the Gathering of Kingdoms start?"

Leonel chuckled. "So eager?"

bash some faces in. Who are they to try and seduce

uproariously, picking Aina up in