Baccano:Volume3 Color2
I'm still a bit doubtful sometimes.
The event that took place at the transcontinental express, "Flying Pussyfoot". Maybe it was all a lie, a dream only I had seen. That's how unrealistic the event was.
I had purposely placed myself in danger for numerous times in the past. And I survived each of them through. I can easily believe those experiences to be real.
Meanwhile, the Flying Pussyfoot incident remained an illusion in my mind, possibly because I didn't expect to take any part in it. I was only involved by coincidence.
Even as I understood that, it was still a situation too peculiar to comprehend.
When I was hanging under the train, the ground right behind my back - traveling at high speed - was a clear shape of "Death". When I approached the Mafia in Chicago - most of them had heavy machine guns in hand - there was also a conspicuous sense of "Death". In other words, it's possible to avoid death let along fear when you have a grasp of its materialized form.
However - that scarlet monster at the train was a totally different case.
Flying Pussyfoot was already controlled by odd hands and minds alike. As if the train itself was completely cut out of the real world.
But that monster was something more. It was standing outside of our world while peeking at us all, like the Devil.
It was a mass of pure fear. Its existence alone was filled by the scent of "Death". It was a nightmare-like, unavoidable type of dismay.
However, that monster did not kill me in the end.
I still don't understand. Was it bad, or good? On top of all, was it really that train's...
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