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They put their hands together. That clichéd exchange was the last.
“ ”
He breathed in…and out.
Most likely, the merger happened in an irregular way— No, this place wasn’t made to accommodate this sort of thing to begin with.
Subaru’s very existence, this very situation was itself an error.
So…
“ ”
Subaru finally noticed the teardrop that rolled down his cheek and dripped from his chin. He just didn’t feel the urge to wipe it away, because it didn’t feel like his own tears. This came from someone else who was slowly merging into Subaru.
As he breathed deeply in and out, he scanned his mind. And what was seared into his memories was…
“Ngh!”
Suddenly, Natsuki Subaru flashed back to twenty-two deaths.
They were all deaths experienced in this tower, struggling against an unfair fate—the question mark, the part that had been unsure if it would make the merge, had connected.
It connected, but…
“You had your own crazy tightrope to walk…”
The other him who had praised him so much had endured such a lonely struggle. He finally realized how hard the other him had fought in such a difficult situation once he started believing in his friends.
Yeah, you’re right…I really do respect you, Subaru.
Breathing deeply to calm the pounding in his chest, he nodded.
And then Subaru raised his head and looked forward.
The white space was unchanged.
Blank space in the corridors of memory created by the irregular situation.
In the location where, just moments ago, a second Subaru had been touching his hands. Looking down at the small figure sitting there, Subaru’s eyes narrowed.
And…
“So, did you see what you wanted to see, Louis Arneb?”
Subaru quietly asked the Natsuki Subaru who had reached him after reading through all those books of the dead and then vanished—or rather, he asked Louis Arneb.
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