Because he already knew what he had to do. And he already knew it would destroy him.
But Weiss was silent. His eye was fixed on a single book that had fallen from one of the highest shelves during the fight. It landed at Nier’s feet, open to a page that was not wet, not decayed, but pristine. The ink was a deep, vibrant crimson. NieR Replicant ver122474487139
“Grimoire Weiss is a floating book with a superiority complex and no legs,” Nier interrupted, forcing a grin. “What does he know about danger?” Because he already knew what he had to do
That was how Nier found himself, three days later, standing at the edge of the Lost Forest. The trees were not trees. They were petrified giants, their branches twisted into agonized shapes, their bark the texture of bone. A thick, silent fog crawled between their trunks. Beside him, Weiss floated, grumbling. At his other side, a heavy-browed, muscular man named Kainé was sharpening a jagged blade with a whetstone that threw sparks. His eye was fixed on a single book
“Big brother, you’re staring again.”