In Pursuit Of Truth Mga Nobela at Kwento

Done accepting pretty words at face value. This time, I'm going to find the truth for myself, no matter how much it might hurt.

Only truth. finally becoming undeniable.

With this rate, I was going to find out the truth late, but still, I wanted to know what was happening. “You really need to understand what you're doing. You're seeking the truth too fast. That's what got you into trouble the first time. You have to be careful when seeking the truth because most times it ends up killing you.” Well that was an ouch to my face. But to some extent maybe she was right. Maybe going after what was true was sometimes harder than imagined. My heart drummed, and I tried my best to ensure things fell in place but to some extent, it didn't.

"Who? Do you have a name? Do you have anything? Any lead? Any clue? Any direction? Any hint? Any thread to pull? Any door to open? Any stone to turn? Any shadow to follow?" "I don't know yet. But I'm going to find out. I'm going to dig until I find the truth. I'm going to uncover every stone. I'm going to leave nothing hidden. I'm going to expose everyone involved. I'm going to bring them all to light. I'm going to make them all answer. I'm going to make them all pay. I'm going to make them all face justice. I'm going to make them all face the truth." He spends the day searching.

Not with intention. Not with hunger. When she exhaled against my lips, low and unguarded, I felt it in my chest. In my bones. In places I didn’t have time to analyze. That realization hit me even before we broke apart. When we finally did, slowly and reluctantly, I was already conflicted. Already calculating consequences and questioning myself. Already knowing I would do it again. Then she looked at me and I saw the realization hit her. The same one that had just hit me -this was dangerous.

"What is driving your involvement here. Professional interest. Personal alignment. Or ambition." "Truth," he said. The simplicity of the word was almost disarming. People who claim complex motivations are generally protecting something. People who say simply truth have usually examined themselves closely enough to mean it. "Truth rarely travels alone," I replied. "It tends to attract reputation alongside it." "I value truth more than comfort," he said. The sentence settled between us with a weight I had not entirely anticipated.

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”

"Sanity is negotiable. Truth is not." I reached out with my consciousness, diving deep into the spaces between realities. Hunting for the being that had shaped my entire existence. Hunting for answers that would either save everything or destroy it all.

But was it worth it? “Yes?” I answered calmly and winced in pain when the cuffs shifted in my hands. “You have two choices now. Although we weren’t going to be that lenient with you, we have decided to give you the grace to speak the truth or go to the Trial of Truth. I smirked. I have only heard of it, never been there. They say the Trial of Truth is a ritual where one goes deep into the worst part of the woods, the Hunted Path. It is said that no one who ever went came back again, but if anyone were to come back, it would mean that they were innocent, and they would also learn the truth. But since no one ever came back, it could just be another way to execute people.