No. 6 Vol 8 Chapter 1.1

Something off.

Ring the alarum bell!

I gin to be aweary of the sun,

Ring the alarum bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack!

- Macbeth, Act V Scene V

Brains floated in the middle of the transparent columns.

Human brains.

How many? Ten, twenty, thirty... perhaps more than fifty. There seemed to be a light source at the base of the column, for the entirety of it emitted a soft, white glow.

Safu stood right inside this terrifying and wicked scene.

"Safu―"

s.h.i.+on staggered as he tried to break into a run, and fell to his knees. He had no strength in his legs. His heart pounded rapidly. His wounded, bleeding, and exhausted body was crying out for mercy.

I can't go any further than this.

He looked up. A stream of sweat travelled down his cheek and moistened his mouth.

Safu still stood silently, gazing at s.h.i.+on. She hadn't changed at all. Nothing about her had changed: the length of her hair, her stature, her unwavering gaze.

Lost Town, No. 6. They had made a hurried parting at the station. The Safu he had seen then was standing in front of him now.

She didn't look worn out. She didn't look wounded.

"Safu... you're safe." You're safe. You managed to stay safe. You managed to live. We were able to see each other again, alive.

I love you, s.h.i.+on. I love you more than anyone else.

Her confession had reached him through his ID card. A cutting-edge communication device had mediated these flesh-and-blood feelings.

Her voice was coming back to him.

"s.h.i.+on, you came." Safu's voice. A little low for a girl's, yet always crisp and taut. He missed it.

It moved his heart. It squeezed his chest.

Oh, how I've missed it.

Safu, we've been separated by a pretty long distance, haven't we? I feel like we haven't seen each other for a century.

"I knew. I believed you would come..." Safu smiled. Then her face crumpled into an expression both happy and tearful. "I was waiting all this time. Waiting was all I could do. I could only wait for you here..."

"Mm-hmm."

s.h.i.+on raised the upper half of his body, and took a deep breath.

"I knew I had to come sooner... I'm sorry, Safu."

Safu shook her head, and c.o.c.ked her head to one side. She blinked, and a faint agitation crossed her eyes.

"s.h.i.+on, your hair..."

"Huh? Oh, this hair. Well, a lot of things happened, and... I'll take my time and tell you everything later." I'll tell you everything about what I experienced while we were separated. There are so many things I want you to hear, to listen to. One evening wouldn't be nearly enough to cover everything.

"You must have gone through so many hards.h.i.+ps... more difficult than I can imagine. I'm sure that getting here wasn't the average stroll in the park, was it? But you still came. For me... that's more than enough. Thank you, s.h.i.+on. Thank you so much."

"Like her dying words or something," Nezumi muttered from his spot beside s.h.i.+on. It wasn't a cold voice. But it was flat and emotionless.

Safu's eyes moved slowly in response to the mutter, and fell on Nezumi.

"You must be Nezumi..."

"Yeah."

"Nice to meet you. I've always wanted to take a look at you. I wanted to know what kind of person you were."

"Here I am. Usually, I look better. This isn't the state I'd like a lady to see me in, but unfortunately I didn't have the time to wash my face or change into my good suit. Do forgive me." Nezumi also had his gaze fixed on Safu. He stared at her without blinking.

"Safu, I have something I want to ask you."

"...Alright."

"Are you the one who controlled the main computer to lead us here?"

There was no answer from Safu. A moment's silence pa.s.sed. s.h.i.+on looked up at Nezumi, still on his knees.

Safu, control this Facility's computer? There's no way she could have.

He swallowed the words just about to leave his mouth.

It couldn't be. But that was the only possible explanation.

Nezumi's grey eyes slid slightly aside.

"Yeah. That's the only explanation." His words tracing s.h.i.+on's thoughts almost exactly, Nezumi continued in an expressionless voice. "You said so," he said to s.h.i.+on, "you said someone was calling. Thanks to that someone, we were able to get this far. Granted, this isn't the kind of place I'd be terribly excited to see. But that aside, I can't think of anyone else who'd be the precious sort to send us welcoming emissaries from inside the Correctional Facility. She's the only possible person."

He had no choice but to nod. s.h.i.+on himself had been feeling Safu calling him. He had been urged on by this voice, and been led thus far.

But if that was the case, that meant Safu was somehow involved with the core of the computer system.

But how? How was it made possible for her?

"s.h.i.+on." Only Nezumi's lips moved as he called s.h.i.+on's name. "How long are you planning on sitting there for? You can wait for as long as you like, but there won't be any coffee coming."

"Ah―"

Of course. What was he doing? He'd come this far: what was he doing squatted on the ground?

He willed strength into his legs, and stood up. His feet were unsteady. He managed to dig his heels in, but barely. Nezumi never tried to reach out to him. s.h.i.+on also had no intentions of clinging to the figure that stood beside him.

They were wounded, exhausted, and had spilled the same amount of blood―no, it must have been much more arduous for Nezumi.

Clinging was the last thing s.h.i.+on wanted to do. Even if he were to lean on Nezumi and manage to stand, taking the next step would probably prove immensely difficult. If he could stand with his own strength, he would be able to advance with his own strength as well.

Safu was still watching them. Her hands were clasped tightly together as if in prayer, and she remained still.

"It wasn't me," was Safu's short answer. "I don't have that kind of power."

Nezumi's brow furrowed slightly.

"I only thought it... I only kept thinking in my heart that I wanted to see s.h.i.+on."

"Then who is it? Who brought us here?"

"Elyurias."

"Elyurias!" Nezumi and s.h.i.+on cried in unison.

Elyurias.

They had heard the name from Rou, the elder who had long lived in the underground realm. He was a man who had been involved in the foundation of No. 6 as a city-state, and had lost both his legs to the parasite wasp as its first sacrifice. He was an old and close friend of s.h.i.+on's mother, Karan.

Rou had said it.

Elyurias was a great sovereign. No, I am sure she still is. She probably still reigns even now.

s.h.i.+on ran a hand over his pocket. The chip that Rou had given him was in there. Once he rescued Safu safely from the Correctional Facility, he wanted to take his time to decode it thoroughly. Here lay the answers to the puzzle. The mystery of No. 6. The mystery of the underground realm. And more than anything, the mysteries surrounding Nezumi. Answers existed to these questions. There must also be considerable amounts of information loaded onto the chip concerning Elyurias, the queen.

His heart raced slightly at the thought. But he had forgotten cleanly about the chip after stepping into the Correctional Facility. He hadn't even recalled it once. They had not had the time. He had been running constantly, pus.h.i.+ng the limits of his mind and body. One misstep, one moment of decision could invert life and death. He had to survive even one second longer―survive and move forward. This thought had occupied his mind completely.

Elyurias.

To think that he would hear this name coming from Safu's mouth.

"Do you know Elyurias?" Nezumi's tone wavered for the first time. A faint agitation crept into his voice.

"I don't. But... she was the one who led you here. She awakened me completely... she taught me the truth."

"The truth," Nezumi repeated, as if to cross-examine her. "Truth, huh. Safu, why did Elyurias or whoever it is invite us here?"

"I don't know."

"Where is Elyurias now?"

"I don't know... but―"

"But?"

"But I think she must be... very close. I have a feeling she is."

"Is that just your intuition, or―"

Safu s.h.i.+fted on the spot.

"Bombarding me with questions, aren't you, Nezumi?"

"I won't get any answers if I don't bombard you. We haven't come here to have a leisurely chat. There's a pile of things we have to know, that we ought to know. If you could just give us the answers, that's efficient for all of us. Don't you think, Safu?"

"You're right. But I can't answer even half of what you want to know. You're not looking for the kind of answers... that you can obtain easily, right?"

"So you're telling us to go out and search for ourselves if we want answers." Nezumi exhaled. "Which means, to sum it up, you don't know anything."

"I don't know anything about you, Nezumi. But I do know... about s.h.i.+on."

Safu exhaled as well. "Because I wished it. I wished strongly that I would get to see s.h.i.+on. Elyurias heard my wish. She told me..."

Safu's lips trembled.

"I will grant your wish. I will bring you to the person you most want to see... that's what she said. And she didn't break her promise."

"So Elyurias can freely control the computer system?"

"I don't know. I don't know who she is, or where she is, or why she started to talk to me all of a sudden... I don't have a clear idea... of anything."

"She spoke? To you? From beside you?"

Safu refuted the suggestion.

No, not like that.

"She... spoke from inside me. When I was falling asleep, she called to me directly."

"Wait, what do you mean by―"

"That's enough." s.h.i.+on took hold of Nezumi's arm. Nezumi's slid his gaze languidly from s.h.i.+on's fingers to his face.

"It's alright, that's enough, Nezumi. We're not here to have a leisurely chat, or to interrogate Safu."

We've come this far. Now we have to escape.

There were two people up to this point, and from here on there will be three.

Nezumi continued to stare at s.h.i.+on, and blinked.

"'Stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once,'[2] huh. I don't know how easy it'll be for us compared to the lords going home from a banquet."

"That's awfully pessimistic of you."

"I'm careful. I don't do the naivety thing. It's probably known all over by now that we're on this top floor. Scary old men might be storming up from downstairs right this moment."

"Nezumi, there's only one route that leads here, and that's the elevator we just came with. No one can enter unless that elevator moves. All the facilities in this building are programmed into the computer system."

"And what makes you so sure that the system's gonna stay on our side? Are you saying you can see when and where our situation is gonna change?"

"Well―"

He was at a loss for an answer.

"We can't even put a finger on who or what this Elyurias person is. Don't forget that. Think before trusting someone whom you don't even know the truth about."

Nezumi was right. Neither s.h.i.+on nor Nezumi had any definite information about Elyurias. What they had was what Rou had told them, and what they had heard from Safu.

He knew they could not cling to ambiguous things. They could not make a blindly positive interpretation. It took firm resolve to believe in another person. Trust was hollow without resolve. It was a fake, papier-mache indulgence masked with a thin wrapper. And even a millimetre of indulgence was enough to cost him his life.

"Safu," s.h.i.+on spoke to the girl in front of him. "Could you take us to the main computer... the mother computer, it might be called... the core of the system?"

Safu nodded. There was no time for hesitation, anxiety, or prolonged thought.

"Follow me." She turned her back, and started to walk.

"Let's go," s.h.i.+on encouraged. Nezumi showed a slight hesitation.

"Can we trust her?"

"Safu?"

"Yeah. Can we just follow her innocently like this? Can you say for sure that she won't betray us?"

"I can."

"And you're absolutely sure?" A cold smile played on Nezumi's lips. Declaring absolute trust in someone was not a virtue for Nezumi; it was closer to foolhardiness.

"Nezumi, I have three people I can trust one-hundred percent, no matter what happens to me. Those people are Safu, my mother, and you."

I can believe them, no matter what. Believing has supported me. I don't think it's naivety. A simple and superficial trust will corner a person into trouble one day. But someone who can't trust anyone sincerely is fragile. The only foothold they have is an unstable one on sand.

I can believe, no matter what happens. I can keep on believing to the end. That's resilience―it can't be anything else.

"If... If any one of these three were to betray me, then I would resign myself to it. Even if I were to lose my life over it, I wouldn't have any regrets. When I start doubting Safu, or my mother, or you... when I stop being able to believe in you, that's the same as annihilation for me."

The smile vanished from Nezumi's face. The colour in his eyes darkened. It made Nezumi look like someone in endless thought in search for the truth, or a lost man wandering at his wit's end.

"s.h.i.+on, you don't feel it?"

"Feel? Feel what?"

"Something off."

"Off... about what?"

Nezumi watched Safu's back in silence.

"Alright, fine, we'll do as you wish. It seems like the only path open to me is the one that follows yours, anyway. Took me long enough to realize it, but I guess I have to steel myself if I want to get anywhere."

"Does that mean you trust me?"

"Don't get carried away, idiot," spat Nezumi as he began to walk. It was hard to tell that he had a bullet wound in his leg. s.h.i.+on couldn't help but drag his own foot. His wounded leg felt heavy, as if it were not his own.

They moved further in amongst the transparent columns with Safu in the lead. Some moments later, they hit a wall. It was white with a faint tint of yellow, like the floor. The wall split open silently as Safu stood in front of it.

"The inner chamber of the palace, huh?" Nezumi licked his lips.

s.h.i.+on had opened his eyes widely, almost unconsciously holding his breath.

It was a white, brightly-lit room. It was not particularly s.p.a.cious. The size was about the same as a floor or a living room of an average-sized house in No. 6. The lights glowed brilliantly, illuminating every corner of the room, which had no windows or furniture.

A column penetrated its centre. It was a size thicker than what he had seen moments earlier. There was no brain floating in it, but there was a pale silver sphere. It was covered in innumerable small projections, and the tips of those projections blinked with lights every few seconds. Some were blue, some were crimson, and yet others glowed a deep red. Thin, clear tubes extended from some of the projections and spread upwards in a tangle. It was too dark beyond that to see any further.

"This is the Mother."

"This is the Mother?"

Safu and s.h.i.+on's voices overlapped.

"There's an identical model in the Moondrop. That one's the Grandmother, and people call it Grandma. A research inst.i.tution that was first stationed in the Moondrop broke off as an independent organization and moved to the Correctional Facility. That was because a version of Grandma ― smaller, but with the same functions ― was complete. The Mother. That was one reason."

"In the Correctional Facility, they could easily get their hands on test subjects for their experiments. Human test subjects, to be exact. That would be the second reason, right?"

Nezumi huffed.

"Either that, or they were starting to need larger quant.i.ties of them. There was no way to acquire humans in bulk to use as lab rats. Not in No. 6. Bringing in a large number of people from outside would also be a ha.s.sle. But here, in the Correctional Facility, there would be no problem. People were overflowing in the West Block. They only had to switch the purpose of their Hunt, which was population control, to securing test subjects. It can be for the granny or the mom, but I think that might be a more likely reason for their little move than the computer, don't you think?"

"You may be right." Safu closed her eyes for a short while. Once the girl's black eyes disappeared from her bloodless face, she looked like a doll.

"The Correctional Facility was.... always a place for human experimentation. Many experiments involving living human bodies were conducted over and over. Thanks to that, No. 6's medical technology saw leaps and bounds in development... And both you and I, s.h.i.+on, received the full benefits of it..."

"Yeah... that's right."

s.h.i.+on turned back to Nezumi and asked him a question. His voice didn't sound like his own, it was so raspy and unpleasant to the ears.

"Nezumi, that room... that room with the pa.s.sageway that led from the underground chamber..."

The bottom of the elevator had opened, fast becoming a gallows, and the people were dashed to the ground along with their screams. The underground chamber had become the first page in the book of h.e.l.lish horrors, and a narrow pa.s.sageway from there had opened up into a room that looked nearly like a cube. Nezumi had called it a "temporary resting place".

"Yeah. Have you finally noticed? The structure from the underground chamber to that room is designed to select lab rats. The people who were able to reach that room were those who could bear the impact from falling from the elevator, and escape on their own using the blinking lights as a guide. They're lab rats with above-average strength in both body and mind, and with a decent amount of intelligence. Superior lab rats. If you're going to use lab rats, you might as well get the stronger, more resistant ones. That's what they thought."

Safu made a small choked noise.

The eyes of a certain man rose in the back of s.h.i.+on's mind. He did not know the name nor the upbringing of the man who possessed those eyes. The man had been struggling, unable to die, and had clung to s.h.i.+on in his suffering, and his eyes―his eyes were coming back to him.

Nezumi had been the one who saved that man. He had given the man a peaceful death. Nezumi had called it murder, not salvation. s.h.i.+on didn't know. Like before, even now, s.h.i.+on struggled to grasp the answer.

The only thing s.h.i.+on could answer for certain was that that man was a living human, not an experimental lab rat.

"Do you remember there being a door in that room?" Nezumi asked him. s.h.i.+on remembered. The room had been illuminated then, though somewhat dimly. The light had stung at his eyes which had been used to the darkness. He had seen a grey door beneath that light. He remembered.

"That door is where they come to collect the survivors, but it doesn't lead into the Correctional Facility. It's from when the research inst.i.tution still used to be at the Moondrop. People were let out through that door, then embedded with identification chips like prisoners, and then sent to the city hall ― the Moondrop. The chip is a safety measure in case someone escapes. But by placing the research inst.i.tution right inside the Correctional Facility, they removed all of that extra work. Efficient, indeed, don't you think?"

"Identification chip..." Something flared up in his mind. "Nezumi, you got out through that door four years ago, didn't you? And you escaped while you were being escorted to the Moondrop."

"Four years ago, huh... it was a stormy day. I mark it down on my calendar as the day I met a certain weirdo who opened his window in the middle of a rainstorm. But now isn't the time to be taking a walk down memory lane. Safu, you know the truth about the Correctional Facility. Not only that, but about No. 6 itself. And Elyurias is the one who told you about it, right?"

"Yes. She taught me the truth behind No. 6, the so-called Holy City, the Utopia, even. ...But s.h.i.+on, you weren't just taught. You saw with your own eyes. You heard with your own ears."

"Only a part of it." Only a part of it. There were still an enormous amount of things he didn't know, hadn't realized yet, still had to ponder and think about.

s.h.i.+on inhaled. He felt a faint pain deep within his chest. It wasn't a physical pain. It was a small twinge inside his mind that had developed unbeknownst to him. It throbbed every time he thought about No. 6.

No. 6 was no utopia. It was a ruthless and cruel city-state. For its peace and prosperity, it shunned no kind of brutality. But, but, but.... s.h.i.+on inhaled again, and pressed a hand to his chest.

What was No. 6? Was it not a country built by human hands?

I want you to believe this much. We tried to found an ideal city here, a Paradise free of war and poverty... where we could have gone wrong, I don't know..

Rou's words. He was sure they weren't lies. No. 6 in its infancy had still been based on the ideology and will of human beings.

A society without war, so that everyone could be happy.

Where did we go wrong?

Rou's thin, trembling voice and his words left a mark in s.h.i.+on's heart like a hot brand.

Where do people stray off the path? When do they begin to obey their greed rather than their ideals? Or are ideals just p.r.o.ne to morphing easily into greed? If so, then the same thing will happen in the future. Even if No. 6 were to fall, a second, a third Holy City would be born.

Where did we go wrong?

Are human beings capable of creating a country without going astray?

s.h.i.+on shook his head. Now was not the time to be uncertain over his own questions. He was not going to flee. He would face them squarely in the near future. But now, he had to focus on the single task of overcoming the wall before him.

He drew closer to the Mother.

A thin plastic board which looked like a control panel was attached to the front of the round column. There were seven keys in each column and fourteen in each row. They were white, marked with no numbers, letters, or symbols. He tapped a key to test it out, but there was no response. He let his fingers race across the control panel, typing whatever that came to mind.

"How is it?" Nezumi peered at s.h.i.+on's hands. "Does it look like you can do something about it?"

"It's not working."

"Don't give up just yet. It shouldn't be hard to have Mama or Grandma in the palm of your hand with your brains and skills. I think you're quite a womanizer in that sense."

"You're expecting too much from me, Nezumi. I'm no match against her. Forget coaxing her to like me, she's already elbowed me away because she doesn't want anything to do with me."

Nezumi's eyes narrowed, and the dark grey light in them condensed.

"So the Mother didn't take a liking to you... are you sure you can't do it, s.h.i.+on?"

"I can't. There seems to be a special authorization system, and you can't get close to the Mother unless you clear it. It's too bad, but... there's nothing more I can do."

"Mama is so strict. I can't help but sigh," Nezumi said, clicking his tongue instead.

"Safu, how about you?"

"I can't, s.h.i.+on. No one can can go near Mother, save one person."

"One person... the mayor?"

"No. This person has no name for his profession. He created this research inst.i.tution, and presides over it... he thinks he is the true ruler of No. 6. The Mother is his creation, and it'll only obey him. That's how it was made."

"How about this woman, Elyurias? Doesn't she have full control over the Mother? That's why she was able to open and close the barriers when she wanted, and operate the elevator, right?"

Nezumi and s.h.i.+on looked at each other.

Yes, Elyurias. Maybe she can...

"Safu, does Elyurias still speak to you? Can you speak to her from your end?"

He took one step closer to Safu.

Safu took one step back.

Now, s.h.i.+on finally felt "something off", as Nezumi had mentioned earlier.

Why doesn't she come closer?

Safu always kept a set distance, and didn't try to narrow that gap.

"Safu?"

"Don't come!" Safu's words sounded close to a scream as they issued from her lips. s.h.i.+on watched the girl recoil, and felt his heart palpitating. A flurry of unease started up in his chest.

Why?

"Why are you running away, Safu?"

"Don't come close. Please. s.h.i.+on..."

A tear suddenly trickled down Safu's cheek.

"I was waiting... waiting all this time. I wanted to see you, so, so much... that was all I hoped for..."

"And we did see each other. I'm right in front of you, right now. I came to save you and get you out of here. We came to escape the Correctional Facility together."

He stepped forward and offered a hand.

"Safu, let's get out. Out of this building. Let's go together."

Safu jerked her chin up. She was chewing her lip in a desperate attempt to contain her shaking. She shook her head, her face still drawn.

A gesture of rejection.

"Why!? Why are you refusing us?"

He tried to restrain himself, but he could not. His tone turned rough to match the rise of his emotions.

Safu, let me hold you. Hold you with my own arms. I want to embrace you to make up for all those years we spent apart. We've finally been able to see each other. Words of every kind are whirling inside me, words to say to you, to tell you, to apologize to you. Like a muddy stream. Like a howling wind, they're ringing out.

But why do you refuse? Why are you trying to flee from the hand I'm offering you?

"Safu, I―"

He was grabbed by the arm.

"Stop." Nezumi's fingers dug deeply into his skin. "Stop it. Don't get any closer. Do as she says."

"Nezumi, even you―?"

Nezumi beheld s.h.i.+on silently, still holding his arm. His gaze stopped s.h.i.+on from saying anything more. s.h.i.+on swallowed the rest of his sentence. His unspoken words became a muddy flow, a swift wind that further agitated his heart. His breathing turned erratic from anxiety and uncertainty. It was an entirely different type of unrest than what he had felt at imagining the difficulty of all three of them escaping the Correctional Facility together.

His body froze up at this unidentifiable fear.

"Safu, what do you want?" Nezumi asked. There was no hint of aggressive pressure. His voice was soft, deep, and beautiful. "What do you want us to do?"

Safu's expression relaxed somewhat.

"...Will you grant my wish?"

"It's my command."

Safu drew a slight breath.

"Destroy the Mother."

Nezumi's fingers tightened their grip, but in the next instant, fell from s.h.i.+on's arm. Only the sensation of his strong grip remained.

"You're telling us to destroy this computer."

"Yes."

"I see... well, if we could do that, that'd be more than I could ask for. If we could, that is." Nezumi fished out a coin-shaped microbomb from his jacket pocket, and held it between his fingers.

"If we set this guy to maximum power, it should be able to blow apart the computer, no problem."

"It won't work."

s.h.i.+on lightly touched the cylindrical column.

"The computer itself might be fragile, but the problem is with this column. It's made of special plastic. I'm pretty sure that even a missile hitting this thing wouldn't make it budge. It's like a gla.s.s ball encased in a durable capsule. It's impossible to destroy it with a coin bomb."

"You're a hundred percent sure."

"Yeah."

"A hundred percent impossible, and zero percent possible. Then we've got nothing to go on."

"I can open the column."

Nezumi's gaze hardened at Safu's words.

"You can open the door to the Mother?"

"Not me."

"Elyurias?"

"Yes. She can do it. I'm sure she'll open it for you."

"If she can do so much already, it should be easy enough for her to stop the Mother itself. You don't even need to rely on us."

"It needs will."

"Huh?"

"She said... there needs to be human will."

Nezumi and s.h.i.+on looked at each other blankly for a second or two.

"There needs to be human will in order to destroy it," Safu repeated. She was like a medium announcing an oracle. Nezumi s.h.i.+fted uneasily.

"Those are Elyurias' words?"

"Yes."

"So she's saying she'll help, but the final decision has to come from our will."

"Yes."

"But that means..." Nezumi trailed off. s.h.i.+on was nodding. He felt like he had heard clearly what Nezumi had left unsaid.

That means Elyurias isn't human.

It was probably true. He couldn't imagine a human in the flesh able to manoeuvre through such a tight security system and infiltrate its information routes, except for "him".

Elyurias wasn't a human. Then, what was she?

A G.o.d? A demon? A spirit of nature? Could she be―

"There needs to be human will in order to destroy it..." Nezumi repeated Safu's―no, Elyurias'― words.

Safu closed her eyes, and murmured. "Humans are the only ones who wilfully destroy things. It is something only humans can do... so only humans can destroy the Mother."

It was almost like an incantation.

s.h.i.+on felt a chill.

s.h.i.+on knew Safu as a person of frank speech, with a very strong sense of reality. She could speak of hopes and dreams in realistic terms, not fantastical ones; but reality did not bind her too strongly, for she could still have hopes and dreams without being hindered by it. She was sensitive, but not over-sensitive. Her mind was like a straight young tree. It was upright, yet flexible.

She wasn't the kind of girl to repeat herself in a m.u.f.fled murmur like this. She was definitely not.

"Fine. We'll take it on." Nezumi's voice made s.h.i.+on's eardrum tremble. He was supposed to be used to hearing his voice, and yet it hit his earlobes more vividly than ever.

Safu opened her eyes.

"...Will you grant it?"

"If that's your wish."

Continued in PART B.

Shakespeare, William. Macbeth. New Haven: Yale University Press, 2005. 158. (back) Ibid. Act 3, Scene 4. (back)