Baccano! - Volume 12 - Chapter 3.2

Digression A

And as the chaos unfolded…

…someone was watching from some undisclosed location, typing a singsong soliloquy into the memo pad of a cell phone.

My name is Copycat.

Nothing but a mimic.

Just a humble criminal.

Come, let’s repeat it, repeat it.

Let’s do it all over again.

I’ve prepared a garden of bullets.

This place is sure to be smoke-stained soon.

Let’s have ourselves a bloody Sabbath.

The sacrifices are ready already.

They should get to us soon.

They should hit us soon.

Let’s make two ships into one.

Let’s stew an ocean of despair.

My name is Copycat.

Nothing but a mimic.

Just a humble criminal.

But what to copy? No, not the individuals.

No, not actions, either.

What I should mimic are malice and coincidence.

When I’ve copied coincidence, what will I become?

Will I be a copy of God?

If so, then let’s create a world.

Let’s reproduce it, recreate it.

Let’s reenact a world.

Let’s reproduce that luxury train.

Let’s reproduce that utterly isolated world.

However, there is no hope here.

No hope in the bullet garden.

The source of that hope, Isaac and Miria, can’t catch up to the ship this time.

We’ve never met, but they aren’t on board this time.

All right, let’s reproduce it, let’s recreate it.

Let’s reenact despair alone.

If it goes well, I’ll clap quietly.

It’s for me, all for me.

My taunting little rhythm.

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