The End of the World: Chaos

"You said you were lonely, but do you know that here, it's nothing but strangeness and fear?" The Red Skull asked softly, with astonishment and a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

Yang Yi shook his head slightly, his voice as warm as the spring breeze: "I am here, and what I hate is the feeling of intimacy. We all live on this planet. Although my life is insignificant compared to yours, we all pay the price for our choices."

"Interesting." The Red Skull's mouth curled up slightly, and he seemed to be quite interested in Yang Yi's words. "What do you want to know?"

"I want to know why you choose to stay here, give up everything, and go after the lost thing?" Yang Yi tapped the stone table lightly with his fingertips, and the stone table echoed like a drum.

"Searching for lost things?" The Red Skull chuckled, with a look of sarcasm in his eyes. "What do you think I'm pursuing? I'm just a loser forgotten by history, buried in this almost disappearing corner, carrying my past glory and endless regrets."

"As a loser, your story may not be worthless." Yang Yi said in a low voice with a serious expression, "Everyone's life has something worth telling."

"What do you think?" The Red Skull's eyes were slightly cold. "Can my story be told to others? If I am a Skull who has lost everything, who would be interested in it?"

"If you are willing to share, I am willing to listen." Yang Yi raised his head slightly, his eyes firm, as if he was facing a supreme king, "No matter what happened in the past, it is a part of your life, isn't it?"

The Red Skull was silent for a long time. There seemed to be an echo in his ears, and his past echoed from the old stone wall. His voice gradually became low: "In the past, I was a leader with firm beliefs and countless followers. They fought to follow my ideals. I thought I could change the world, even if it was just a small part."

"Have the changes you mentioned actually been realized?" There was a hint of inquiry in Yang Yi's tone, as if he wanted to touch the deeper truth.

"Whether it is realized or not is hard to describe." Red Skull sighed, his eyes revealing a trace of loss, "In the past, we believed that absolute power could control everything, but the result not only did not change anything, but deepened the division between each other. I lost everything, and most of the people who followed me were buried in the endless war."

"That's why you choose to be alone and don't want to interact with the outside world?" Yang Yi asked, his tone revealing gentle concern.

"Loneliness is the ultimate reward that this life has given me." The Red Skull's eyes were slightly dazed. "Here, I don't have to face the glory and wrongs of the past. Only silence follows me like a shadow, freeing me from the past."

Yang Yi's eyes were like water, and he understood the struggle and pain in the Red Skull's heart. "But have you ever thought about it? Losing is not the end. Maybe you can learn a lesson from it and start a new life?"

The Red Skull's eyes narrowed, as if he resonated with Yang Yi's words. His voice trembled slightly: "Restart? Start again? How can we make another step on the past mistakes?"

"To emerge from despair is to reaffirm oneself." Yang Yi's tone was firm, as if igniting a hope. He understood that what was hidden deep in the Red Skull's heart was not just a fascination with the past, but an invisible fear.

"Do you believe in what you said to yourself so firmly?" The Red Skull stared at him, with a tentative tone in his voice, "Even if the result may be failure?"

"Failure is not something to be afraid of." Yang Yi smiled slightly, with a gleam in his eyes. "If failure can make us understand ourselves better, isn't it worth trying again?"

A hint of hesitation flashed across the Red Skull's eyes. He had never thought that talking to the living could stir up his innermost thoughts. Since he became the Red Skull, no one dared to speak so frankly until today.

"You remind me of someone in the past." Red Skull finally broke the silence, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "At that time, she was the only faith and motivation in my heart, but I lost everything because of her."

"Who is he?" Yang Yi's curiosity was aroused, but the Red Skull's expression instantly became gloomy.

"She is the light in my heart, but I lost my mind and caused her to fall into endless darkness." The Red Skull's voice was low, and his self-blame was evident in his words, "No one can escape the fate I weave, and she is no exception."

"So you choose to hide?" Yang Yi pondered, trying to uncover the deepest pain in the Red Skull's heart.

"I thought that staying away from each other would make me forget everything, but I didn't expect that forgetting would be so difficult." The Red Skull smiled bitterly, half mocking and half helpless, "Whenever it's late at night, I always hear her voice in my heart. That is my fate that I can't escape."

"But maybe she didn't want you to torture yourself." Yang Yi said slowly, gradually understanding the deep meaning of this conversation.

"Okay, then I'll take you for a walk around." Red Skull finally said, with a hint of relief in his tone.