Pursuit Of Truth の小説・ストーリー

I was already halfway to the door when he called gently, “Wait.” I paused, back still turned to him, trying to hold myself together. “Can I just say one thing?” he asked, gently. I nodded without turning. “Truth doesn’t always come in the form we expect it,” he began softly. “Sometimes we chase clarity, but what we really want is comfort. And when we don’t find what we were hoping for, we assume we’ve been deceived, or that we were foolish to hope in the first place.” I closed my eyes as his words hit deeper than I wanted to admit.

Though it should not be much of a surprise when it comes to me and like they say, ‘Curiosity kills the cat' but in this case, it is a human. Cassandra noticed my momentary distraction. Her fingers tightened around her glass before she smoothly placed it down, “Nyx.” She called, her voice suddenly softer, almost coaxing. I dragged my eyes back to her, feigning indifference, “What?” Her lips curved slightly, but her eyes were sharp, “I asked you a question. Why would I simply hand the truth over to you?” I smirked, tilting my head, “Because you know I’ll find out either way.”

Human nature was such that if one directly pointed out a flaw, people would defend the system and claim that they were already trying their best. On the other hand, if one praised something too much, even the smallest mistake would attract self-proclaimed experts who felt the need to point it out. Humans were often caught up in trends, pretending to be more aware than others. … One day before going to the health inspection committee, I'd already anonymously uploaded Jack's diary online. Three days later, I arranged for marketing accounts to promote the "most beautiful love story". Just like that, I mixed in a tale of tragic orthopedic romance among the well-known stories that internet users

He uttered in frustration. "Maybe not but it was the truth. I only had myself, Rafe. Surely you can understand how hard it must've been for me. I couldn't even mourn my father's death because I had to hide from you guys. You were hunting me down like I was some kind of animal, not your doña. Your loyalties were with Mateo, and I get that, but I need you to also get the fact that I did what I had to do." I told him and he clenched his jaw in anger as he silently glared at me.

But this wasn’t a game of winning. It was a game of knowing the truth. And the truth? Truth always came with fire.

"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.

“Your necklace. May I see it?” Seolurrie showed them her necklace which is hidden inside her clothes. She didn’t take it off. She felt that something bad will happen if she took it off. “Hmm. It looks like an ordinary necklace for me. Are you sure what you saw was real?” “I don’t have time to be delusional. I know that what happened was real. The truth, just like how true that I came out of a gate.” “Not everything that you said can be true. There are no evidence about everything else except the fact that you came out of a gate. And a few more days you will get your hunter license. You know what will happen, right?”

Bubbles of air choked her throat, keeping the whispers back, letting out only a stutter at best. Monica took the King James Version Bible, raised it up with a hand and nervously gulped down, different panic and guilt thoughts raced through her head but she dismissed them - not totally. "I solemnly state I will tell the truth without hiding or adding anything and I should be punished for false testimonies if I lie." Her voice sounded mechanical, like the voice of a person reciting something written. I implore you to say the truth, just this once!

Do you think he told us the truth when he said he cannot remember? The truth isn’t a math exam. It isn’t made of numbers, and can neither be calculated nor concluded, since it is constantly expanding. There is no absolute answer when it comes to the truth. It changes in the hands of those who touch it. Like a living organism, it moves, breathes and, sometimes, flees as soon as you approach it. ‘Of course it can be true,’ Helen said, and thereby: the truth.

So, he started his quest to satisfy his uncontrollable desire. In the beginning, he experimented with insects. Later, it changed to a small animal. Then, a wicked idea flickered inside his mind. Can't he use humans? After all, not all humans are worthy to survive in this world. Some are bound to be hunted down and be preyed on by a mighty predator. This is the law of nature.