[ En finally unwinds his fingers from Monts' to edge over to one of the futons, prodding it with a foot. ]
Might be trying to redo this place aga—
[ —and his sentence ends there, as he peels off the top layer of the futon to reveal
bones.
A pile of human bones.
En slowly puts the futon back into place, smooths over it with his palm. ]
—ok. Vengeful ghost. Not happy. Definitely not happy.
[ And there it is, again, that quiet whisper: 'they all left, all of them. Big sister, why aren't you alone? Aren't you the same as me? Don't you deserve to be alone?' ]
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[ En finally unwinds his fingers from Monts' to edge over to one of the futons, prodding it with a foot. ]
Might be trying to redo this place aga—
[ —and his sentence ends there, as he peels off the top layer of the futon to reveal
bones.
A pile of human bones.
En slowly puts the futon back into place, smooths over it with his palm. ]
—ok. Vengeful ghost. Not happy. Definitely not happy.
[ And there it is, again, that quiet whisper: 'they all left, all of them. Big sister, why aren't you alone? Aren't you the same as me? Don't you deserve to be alone?' ]