But...
When he was really ready to enter the red zone, he found himself truly invincible in the red zone, and didn't even stay there for more than two days before setting off again.
This might just be life.
Things you once thought were very difficult, when you're fully prepared to face them, you might realize they're actually not as hard as you thought, and even somewhat simple and easy.
He likes the sea.
It always carries a deadly romance.
But at this moment, the sun is hanging in mid-air, it's mid-morning, and one can clearly see the deep blue sea and scattered seagulls. He prefers the sea at night.
That ultimate darkness.
The surrounding hopeless sense of isolation where you can't see another person or land.
The sea breeze ruthlessly plundering body heat.
The only sound in the ears being the roar of the waves, trying to moisten dry, cracked lips with saliva, yet the taste of salt making him feel even thirstier.
He likes this feeling of despair.
