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.

he understood himself a bit better than

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

people's emotions like they were an open book. It was

wondering why they didn't react the way he would in a given situation, why they were showing

to fix it, to put a stop to whatever

help people, that was the

web, much like it was for everyone else. A person's character changed by the hour, let alone by the days and years. The constant weaving

such, that fourth principle of

He was selfish.

he wanted to see nothing but her happy

make sure

back as she sniffled, seemingly feeling

feared the most was Leonel thinking less of her for still hating Anselma. However, with how connected the two were

an ounce of him that felt that

feel at peace, like she was protected while enveloped in his embrace. And after a long while, she released a

the Gathering of

Leonel chuckled. "So eager?"

to bash some faces in.

Aina up in a