Youre trying hard, I see.

But not quite in the direction I expected.

Still, such methods wont be of much use.

Even if you cut off my limbs and gouge out my eyes, its impossible.

No, youre right.

Torture is torture.

If you cut off a persons fingers, anyone would spill their secrets.

Im well aware of my own weakness.

Ill undoubtedly cry, scream, and beg for your sympathy.

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I am such a weak person.

But you wont get any answers from me.

Because the future me will know nothing and remember nothing.

I will be able to confirm eternal life in the next life.

You wont understand what Im saying now.

But soon, you will.

Sir Raymond.

Then, goodbye.