Say, Ayanokoji.

I've never narrated the story myself, have I?

Back then, it was all mostly about you...

To find your dreams, to find your emotions...

But then....

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"Nine... let's escape."

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All along...

You were thinking about me,

Right?

I know it...

You always thought about us.

Even now... during this escape...

You won't let me die.

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"Ayanokoji, do you still want to see?"

"See?"

"The sun, subsequent the moon's descent.

The sun, Ayanokoji. That lights up the world of darkness, that light up night into day.

Do you want to see? The beauty of such scenery?

Do you still want to see? The sun, together with me?"

He widens his eyes.

His eyes widens before me.

His eyes: glimmer in curiosity.

To see is to also feel.

And to feel what is never felt is to experience.

And to experience...

"Learn? Like school?"

"Yes, Ayanokoji...

The place we will be heading to...

To learn... is just like school."

Whether it be in a few months, or years.

We will, together,

Together, we will,

We, together, will,

We will enter a school,

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'The dot of the moon, engraved onto the night's sky,

Behind it, the dots of droplets of white,

The night of doomsday may very well be nigh,

But infinity halts to observe such sight,

This is milky, milky, milky way.

This is our wide wide wide galaxy.

This is milky milky milky way.

This is our wide wide wide galaxy.

Now stop and watch to see with your eyes

The face of reality in which beauty lies.

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The lonely wolf, and the cat that cries.

Both.meet.up.to.see.the.sky.

What do they see? Truth or lies?

No matter what is seen, it's beauty that shines.

This is milky, milky, milky way.

This is our wide, wide, wide galaxy.

This is milky milky milky way.

This is our wide wide wide galaxy.

Now stop and watch to see with your eyes

The face of reality in which beauty lies.

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"That song..."

Hm?

"You heard me?"

"Yes, vibrations of my eardrums.

"Ah,

I see."

"That song, I remember.

It's in the book.

Wide Galaxy."

"You remember?"

"Yes I-"

"You?"

"I have memories.

Memories of such.

In which engraved onto my mind,

Fascinates me of our galaxy."

"Beauty? Is it its beauty that fascinates you? Or its mere existence?"

"Beauty? Just what is beauty, Nine?

Is it you? Or this world? Or is it The White Room, and its people?

Just what is the meaning of the word that defines,

The nature.

Nature of everything.

Nature of reality.

The nature of our galaxy."

Widened hearts, broadened mind.

A captive heart presently, no less, but one among those that will be free.

The heart that shall

learn

Feel

Experience.

And it shall learn all those,

"Ayanokoji...

Look up!"

"Up there, is beauty!

It doesn't define, or express nature.

It is nature!"

"Huh?"

"What is it?

Confused?

Does your heart simply not follow?

Or does its prolonged captivity prevent it from adjusting,

Adjusting to beauty?

Adjusting to nature?"

"Perhaps so.

Life.

It bewilds me so.

We live and die,

For what purpose do we await for death.

But the purpose slowly unfolds...

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Love,

Beauty,

School.

Purpose of living, for you, it's those

But,

I want more than that.

I want..."

"What do you want, Ayanokoji?"

"I want..."

"What do you want, Ayanokoji?"

"I want..."

"What do you want, Ayanokoji?"

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