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.

understood himself a bit better than

person, while he did rush out to seek cheap thrills or maybe even quite expensive ones that might come at the cost

emotions like they were an open book. It was a quirk

situation, why they were showing weakness when they should have some backbone, why they were breaking down into tears when they could pick up a

he was always fielding in these emotions and the loneliness and guilt of his future self made him want to fix it, to put a stop to whatever that sinking feeling was, to

people, that was the fourth thing he had learned about

character changed by the hour, let alone by the days and years. The constant weaving and push and pull of these base principles that built your personality

such, that fourth principle of his lost out to the very

He was selfish.

made his wife cry to pay, he wanted to see nothing but her happy smiles, smiles that could

he would make sure to work

she sniffled, seemingly feeling

thinking less of her for still hating Anselma. However, with how connected the two were now, she

wasn't an ounce of him

she was protected while enveloped in his embrace. And

the Gathering of

Leonel chuckled. "So eager?"

little nose wrinkled. "I really want to bash some faces in. Who are they to try and

up in a bear hug and swinging