[un: Chengmei] video

[thesuspense]

Did any good come from your parents?

[Perhaps that seems like a personal question. He does not care.]

What's the point of family?

[Now, this may seem cynical, and it possibly is, but he doesn't really sound it. He doesn't seem bitter, he smiled a little, then looks to a point off-screen.]

See, daozhang? I'm trying.

[A pause, then he corrects himself with a wave of one hand.]

Hear.

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[thesuspense]

I can't understand what it's like to be born and be worth something. But then, there's a lot I can't understand.

People tend to want what they don't have no matter how they are born though, I know that. Although usually they want more, not less. I started out mostly just wanting pastries.

[scrapgege]

That's how people are.

what do you want now?

[thesuspense]

Aish, I'm dead now! What does it matter?

[He's smiling, however, and it can be heard in his voice, even if his eyes looking off elsewhere can't be seen.]

I want a happy life for daozhang.

[scrapgege]

And how do you think you can make that happen, then?

[thesuspense]

Trying.

It's so hard and boring, master, won't you give me something for it?

[scrapgege]

That's not how it works.

[thesuspense]

Then for what will you give me something?

[scrapgege]

I literally do not have anything to give. I'm poor, if you remember?

.... I guess if you light an incense stick for me and pray, I might have to at least listen.

[thesuspense]

...really?

[There is a terrible spark of something in his eyes and it comes through in his voice.]Interesting.

[scrapgege]

I just said 'listen'. No god is obligated to grant prayers.

[thesuspense]

Ah, master, what good are you? Whenever I think you'll do something worthwhile, you pull out before the finish.

[scrapgege]

I'm a scrap-picking god.