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[ Bernkastel appears in the darkened room without announcement or fanfare. Air empty one moment becomes occupied the next as she drifts down and lands with a soft tap on a floor made solid by whim. Although no light interrupts the shadows around her, she sees all the room's details with perfect clarity. Not small, not large. A single window shows an endless haze outside. And...
A futon, an odd sight against the otherwise Western decorations and furnishings. She settles down beside it, tucking her legs beneath her and smoothing her skirt, and gazes at the person under the blankets. Battler. To think he'd be sleeping in this place, where time twists into meaninglessness... well, of course Battler would hold onto to his human habits, just like someone lost and tossed about in a stormy sea grasping at anything within reach to stay afloat. Laughable—at any other time. Right now, his hardheaded stubbornness is exactly what she wants. If Beato's little trick hadn't already sunk it ( and him ) into the depths of despair.
For several moments, she watches him sleep. Clutching his knees, nothing disturbs the still peace of his face. Cynical as she is, she'll take it as a good sign.
Another moment passes. Then Bernkastel speaks, raising her voice beyond its usual quiet monotone. ]
Ushiromiya Battler. Wake up.
A futon, an odd sight against the otherwise Western decorations and furnishings. She settles down beside it, tucking her legs beneath her and smoothing her skirt, and gazes at the person under the blankets. Battler. To think he'd be sleeping in this place, where time twists into meaninglessness... well, of course Battler would hold onto to his human habits, just like someone lost and tossed about in a stormy sea grasping at anything within reach to stay afloat. Laughable—at any other time. Right now, his hardheaded stubbornness is exactly what she wants. If Beato's little trick hadn't already sunk it ( and him ) into the depths of despair.
For several moments, she watches him sleep. Clutching his knees, nothing disturbs the still peace of his face. Cynical as she is, she'll take it as a good sign.
Another moment passes. Then Bernkastel speaks, raising her voice beyond its usual quiet monotone. ]
Ushiromiya Battler. Wake up.
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