"They all think I'm dead." Sylvie quietly watched the comments about her online, feeling a bit silent, "It's just a historical film, is it worth cheering? Is it worth weeping? This is not our history, so they are still puppets."
"They're still not themselves... still influenced by memories affecting their personalities, it will take decades for the influence to fade, to become their true selves, including my two mothers."
"Humans welcome true freedom, to become the true 'me'."
By that time, my mother will have true self-emotion.
Only then will she truly ask them: do they genuinely love this daughter of theirs, willing to accept her.
If it's sincere, we will live together again; if it's false, then the puppet family playacting on stage will just become a memory.
And at this moment, the film continues.
The seemingly kind existence suddenly said after communicating with this civilization:
"Humans are truly pathetic."
