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[A THUD AND THEN A MUFFLED SHOUT OF PAIN AS KYOKO JUMPS THE FENCE OF HOPE’S PEAK. SHE TAKES A MINUTE TO BREATHE THROUGH IT, BEFORE RETRIEVING HER CANE AND BEGINNING HER WALK ACROSS THE CAMPUS]
KYOKO:
…I wondered how long it’d take for you to turn on.
It’s okay. If you hadn’t, I probably would’ve done it myself.
[SHE WALKS FOR A MOMENT]
Um. Hope’s Peak looks the same inside the grounds as it does from behind the gate. I can’t even hear the world outside of it. If I didn’t look, I’d believe that it had stopped—or, else, that I’m back in time, in high school again, and nothing’s changed at all.
It really is exactly the same. Maintained, beautiful, important—I’ve discovered the worst of Hope’s Peak’s secrets, found its ugliest sides, and I still feel so reverent looking at it.
Those windows are through to the dorms. My first-year homeroom was…
[SHE WALKS QUICKER, TO THE SIDE, UNTIL SHE CAN SEE A WINDOW]
There.
That’s where I met Makoto. And Celeste. And Byakuya, and Hina, and—
Everyone I’ve really loved in my life, I met here. How did I forget—
[SHE TURNS AROUND—ALMOST HUNGRY]
That’s the Reserve Course. I’m not going in there, mostly because I know Kamukura won’t be there and there’s no other real point. I could say I’m looking for Hajime scraps, but the most important thing he did in the Reserve Course was leave it. So I don’t see the point in rehashing.
…It doesn’t make me feel reverent. I suppose that means I’m part of the problem.
[SHE TURNS, AND STARTS WALKING]
There’s one difference, between now and high school. I’ve never seen it this empty, except for when I came with Byakuya. It kind of… hm. Is it funny if I say it’s kind of gratifying, to see how much it deflates without its students? So much of the magic of the school… they try to claim that, whatever it is, it’s given to us students by the school, but looking at it now I think—
[STATIC FIZZLES. KYOKO PAUSES, AND THEN STARTS WALKING IN A NEW DIRECTION. SLOWLY, THE SOUND OF A FOUNTAIN BECOMES AUDIBLE AS SHE APPROACHES IT]
…Nidai?
NEKOMARU:
Hey. Kyoko, right?
[A BEAT. KYOKO FEELS SOMETHING, DEEP IN HER STOMACH—SHE’S BACK AT THE BEGINNING IN SO MANY WAYS]
KYOKO:
…Kyoko Kirigiri. Yes.
NEKOMARU:
You should speak up. No one’ll take you seriously if your voice’s that soft.
KYOKO:
[A LITTLE LOUDER]
You already know who I am, Nidai.
NEKOMARU:
[HE LAUGHS]
Yeah. Guess I do.
Hey, you wanna sit down?
KYOKO:
You aren’t afraid of me?
NEKOMARU:
Far as I can tell, I’ve just killed you. What am I supposed to be scared of?
[BEAT. KYOKO SITS]
KYOKO:
What are you doing here?
NEKOMARU:
Well, I died about six times within the first few days of… whatever the hell this is. Didn’t seem fair to me, risking so many people like that just because the world’s gotten a little more dangerous.
But here, I’m safe and I don’t have to talk to people. I think it’s the decent thing to do.
KYOKO:
…Did you think what you were doing before this was fair?
NEKOMARU:
Guessing you have thoughts?
[BRIEF BEAT]
Not really. None of this is fair.
Guess that makes me a coward, huh? More worried about how it feels than how it is.
KYOKO:
That’s normal, I think. I’ve been hiding behind how things feel for a long time.
NEKOMARU:
What’re you here for, then?
KYOKO:
…Stepping out from my hiding place.
This doesn’t feel good at all, and here I am.
NEKOMARU:
Hey, good for you! That’s progress.
KYOKO:
I think you’re pretty much alone in that perspective, Mr. Nidai.
[BEAT]
You were my first statement.
NEKOMARU:
Really?
KYOKO:
Mhm. Pulled you out of a box on a feeling on my first day.
NEKOMARU:
I barely remember that statement. What’d I say?
KYOKO:
You threatened me, sort of. Told me that if I ever got close to you, you’d see me die.
NEKOMARU:
Shit. Yeah, that sounds like me.
KYOKO:
Have you— changed your perspective? At all?
NEKOMARU:
About what, letting you die?
KYOKO:
Letting anyone die. More than that, letting their memories go, that loss of information. About all of this, all— the choices you made. Do you still think it was worth it?
[STATIC. BEAT]
NEKOMARU:
I don’t know what worth it means.
I lost a good friend a few weeks before the world ended. Super sudden, nothing I could’ve done, even, when a big-ass truck slammed into my car on the highway. Truck was too big for the road we were on, driver must’ve freaked out… there I was, staring up at the sky and running through every name I could think of until one dried up on my tongue and— there you go.
He was sweet. Not an athlete, which helped our relationship, I think. He kinda fancied himself a poet, not that he was any good at it, but mostly he just worked at some flower shop downtown. Made nice arrangements. I bought one, once, and then gave it to him ‘cuz I was too scared that keeping flowers alive was some kind of… karmic no-no for something like me. So I gave him his own flower arrangement. Which is kind of douchey. But he liked it—he said nobody’d ever bought him flowers before.
What’s he worth? Grand scheme of things, he’s not adding all that much to society. I’m an Ultimate. Does that make me worth more than him? Did that— uh, that kid, that—
KYOKO:
[QUIETLY]
Hinata.
NEKOMARU:
Did his worth change when he changed? Does it work like that?
I liked my friend. Someone probably liked Hinata. Any fair estimate of worth would say that that doesn’t mean shit.
I don’t like that kind of fairness.
Way I see it, worth it or not, they’re still dead. And I’d do it again to keep myself alive, because it’s not up to me to say whether I’m worth a person or two people or the whole damn world or not.
I don’t think it’s about numbers. It’s just everybody, doing the best they can for themselves and for each other.
KYOKO:
You and Tanaka must’ve gotten along. He said the same thing in his statement.
NEKOMARU:
Good fuckin’ guy. Always liked him.
KYOKO:
I know someone who’d call you terribly selfish for it, though.
NEKOMARU:
I’m not talking to someone. I’m talking to you.
What do you think?
KYOKO:
…I think you’re right, about some of it.
I think we do what we can, and we choose our priorities. And I do think there’s no one person that’s worth more than anyone else.
But I also think you’re a monster. One of the most terrible ones I’ve ever met.
NEKOMARU:
Yeah?
[HE LAUGHS]
I’ll bet you’ve met some real nasty pieces of work, too. It’s almost an honor.
KYOKO:
You pretend that everyone is worth the same, but you have the power to save people and you don’t take it because it’d kill you. You imagine that you’re making new equations, over and over, 1 = 1, but you’re neglecting to remember all the ones before them. You do think you’re worth more than other people.
NEKOMARU:
Can you blame me? It’s what we were trained for.
KYOKO:
I’m going to have to kill you.
[HALF-BEAT. WHEN NEKOMARU SPEAKS AGAIN, HIS WARM ATTITUDE IS SLIGHTLY FROZEN IN PLACE]
NEKOMARU:
You think you can?
KYOKO:
I think if anyone can, it’s me.
NEKOMARU:
Now who thinks she’s more important than other people?
KYOKO:
I do. I am. It’s the only reason I can do this— why only I can do this.
NEKOMARU:
So… what, you plan to sacrifice yourself for the whole world? Think that’ll do it?
KYOKO:
If I’m worth all those ‘1’s, it has to work the other way around, too. Doesn’t it?
Don’t they deserve that, after all I’ve done?
NEKOMARU:
You didn’t do it for you. So, by your own math, you should really be sacrificing—
KYOKO:
Watch it.
NEKOMARU:
Hey, I’m not suggesting it. This whole thing is stupid, far as I’m concerned: you’re just running away from yourself and calling it courage, smearing it in my damn face like an idiot while you threaten to kill me.
KYOKO:
When I save the world, I want it to be a world without people like you in it. A world where everyone does their best for each other, and if the doing grinds themselves into the dirt then they swallow the mud with a smile.
NEKOMARU:
It’ll be a shit world to live in.
KYOKO:
I know.
NEKOMARU:
But you aren’t expecting to be around to see it, right?
[BEAT]
Calling me selfish. Some damn nerve on you, that’s for sure.
KYOKO:
We’re done here, Nidai.
NEKOMARU:
It’s a big risk, Kyoko. I just had the nicest conversation with you I’ve had in a long time.
Do you think that counts enough for the curse to take you?
KYOKO:
No idea. It’s a gamble.
NEKOMARU:
Counting on being luckier than— uh, all the ‘1’s before you?
KYOKO:
I don’t count on luck.
In my experience, it’s never saved anyone.
NEKOMARU:
I—
[WITHOUT WARNING, KYOKO BURIES CELESTE’S KNIFE INTO NEKOMARU. HE GASPS— AND THEN LAUGHS, IN SOMETHING OF REGRET AND SOMETHING OF RELIEF— AND THEN HE FALLS, OFF HER KNIFE AND INTO THE FOUNTAIN. SHE LISTENS TO HIM DIE IN SILENCE. AND THEN SHE SITS IN SILENCE A WHILE LONGER. THE FOUNTAIN QUIETS AND RETURNS TO ITS BABBLING. THE WORLD IS SILENT. SHE BREATHES—SOMETHING, FINALLY, IS COMING TO A CLOSE]
KYOKO:
…Akane Owari.
[IT FEELS GOOD]
[SHE STANDS UP, AND SHE WALKS ON]
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[KYOKO PUSHES THE DOOR OPEN TO HER DORM. SHE LETS IT SWING SHUT BEHIND HER, STEPPING DEEPER INTO THE ROOM]
KYOKO:
[ALMOST FONDLY]
Expecting a monologue?
[BEAT]
I loved this room. It was the first time anything had ever felt really mine in all my life, a place nobody could go into except me. It felt so adult. So private. Like I was taking real responsibility upon myself for the first time, more so than any of the actual cases I’d ever taken on or my personal quest to find my father, even.
This was the room where I got nervously drunk for the first time with Makoto, where he laughed at me for overthinking every sip I took and how it was affecting me. This was the room where my classmates all piled in for my birthday with a horrible wake-up surprise, even though I still don’t know how they got in without my say-so. I slept countless nights in that bed with Celeste nestled against me, head tipped so I didn’t mess up the wrap on her hair. She always was particular about it.
I loved this room because it was all mine, because no one could come in it without my say-so. But—and I hope you’ll forgive the indulgence—I’m sort of glad that people managed their way in anyway.
[SHE STANDS THERE A MOMENT. THE WEIGHT OF WHAT SHE’S ABOUT TO DO PRESSES IN ON HER, AND SHE WANTS—MORE THAN ANYTHING—TO RUN BACK TO HER FRIENDS]
Best not to keep him waiting.
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[TAPE RECORDER CLICKS ON]
[CHEERY, SOFT VIDEO GAME MUSIC, ACCOMPANIED BY THE CLICK OF BUTTONS. HALF-HEARTED HUMMING ALONG WITH THE MUSIC. BEAT. THEN, A KNOCK ON THE DOOR. BEAT. ANOTHER KNOCK ON THE DOOR, MORE INSISTENT]
CHIAKI:
It’s open.
[BEAT. THE DOOR OPENS]
KYOKO:
It’s you.
CHIAKI:
...Yep.
KYOKO:
Are you— some kind of challenge? Face you, get to Kamukura?
CHIAKI:
Like a miniboss?
[BEAT. KYOKO WAITS FOR HER TO ELABORATE]
…A miniboss is—
KYOKO:
I know what a miniboss is.
CHIAKI:
Okay.
[BEAT. BUTTONS CLICKING]
KYOKO:
…I’m guessing that’s a no?
CHIAKI:
I’m not gonna fight you, if that’s what you’re asking. You’d win, anyway.
KYOKO:
Then what are you doing here?
CHIAKI:
Dunno. Sometimes people come by, want an audience with Kamukura. I’m the one who takes their calls and decides if it’s worth bothering him.
So far, it hasn’t been.
KYOKO:
So he is down there?
CHIAKI:
Under the desk, down a couple flights, yeah. You know the place.
KYOKO:
So do you.
CHIAKI:
I’ve never been down there. Just someone who looked a whole lot like me.
KYOKO:
What are you, Nanami?
CHIAKI:
What, never seen a girl who plays video games before?
[KYOKO DOESN’T LAUGH. CHIAKI SIGHS]
Don’t really know. Haven’t asked, and Kamukura wouldn’t tell me if I did.
I’m organic, and I’ve grown, so I’m not a robot. I think. And I’m not a zombie, either—something’s beating inside me. I’m alive.
Maybe I’m a construct. Maybe I’m spun from webs. Maybe I’m another student, one of Hajime’s old classmates, and no one ever looked closely enough to tell the difference.
KYOKO:
Komaeda did. He noticed.
CHIAKI:
[A LITTLE BIT OF A SMILE IN HER VOICE]
Oh, yeah? That’s sweet of him.
KYOKO:
What happened to Chiaki Nanami? The original.
[BEAT AS CHIAKI FORMS WORDS. THE GAME’S SOUND EFFECTS PLAY ON]
I said—
CHIAKI:
Pretty much what you think.
Your Institute didn’t help with the Hajime problem, for reasons you can probably guess. Making that statement was a dumb move anyway—put her on your radar, which meant she was on Hope’s Peak’s radar, too. But she didn’t know any of that—when she took matters into her own hands, she was under the impression that only one guard even knew that she’d seen Kamukura.
KYOKO:
And then?
CHIAKI:
And then she was shot to death for trying to pull him down from his bindings.
[BEAT. THE GAME MAKES A SOUND—VICTORY!]
Sorry. Not everything’s got some big, supernatural mystery to it.
KYOKO:
How did the room get trashed?
[BEAT. CLICK-CLICK-CLICK]
I thought you won.
CHIAKI:
The game’s not over.
I dunno what happened to the room. Chiaki was dead and I didn’t exist yet, so it’s the biggest blank I’ve got.
KYOKO:
But Kamukura kept you around. So—
CHIAKI:
I don’t think he likes me.
[BEAT]
KYOKO:
Really?
CHIAKI:
Just a guess. I don’t really have anything to back it up with, but it’s the sense I get. He keeps me around like a trophy for a competition he didn’t super wanna win, like he can’t stand the idea of getting rid of me but doesn’t wanna look at me, either.
KYOKO:
So where’s he kept you?
CHIAKI:
Right here.
KYOKO:
…At the Academy?
CHIAKI:
Mhm.
KYOKO:
But— I didn’t see you, when I—
CHIAKI:
I saw you, though.
Just didn’t figure it was worth saying hi.
[BEAT. KYOKO STEWS IN THE DISCOMFORT OF THIS KNOWLEDGE]
KYOKO:
Do you think it’s guilt that makes him keep you around? Or— or some of Hajime, peeking through?
CHIAKI:
[LAUGHS]
That’s an idea. Chiaki would’ve liked it, I bet.
KYOKO:
He remembers everything Hajime remembered. Doesn’t that mean feelings might’ve translated over, too?
CHIAKI:
…No.
KYOKO:
But—
CHIAKI:
Why do you care?
KYOKO:
…I’m trying to shore up all the ammunition I can.
CHIAKI:
Because you think you’re gonna kill him?
KYOKO:
That’s the idea.
CHIAKI:
It’s possible, I think.
[YAWN]
Not that I’ve really got much of a sense. One thing Chiaki and I have in common, we stayed pretty much totally removed from all this until it smacked us in the face.
KYOKO:
What was your purpose? Why were you made?
CHIAKI:
As much as I’m sure you want a deeper answer—it was a PR thing, mostly. The Ultimates are powerful mostly through name and nothing else. Any of us could’ve been replaced with walking corpses, and it wouldn’t really have made any difference. If one of us disappeared, though… bad for business. Bad for the school’s reputation. Definitely bad for the plan, not that the plan existed yet when I was made.
KYOKO:
That’s not true.
CHIAKI:
What isn’t?
KYOKO:
That we were— replaceable.
[BEAT]
Look at how much damage the Ultimates did. We were necessary for the world to end, what part of that is replaceable?
[BEAT]
Are you even listening to me?
CHIAKI:
Sorry. Kinda hard to do both, and—
[YAWN]
I’m getting tired, anyway.
KYOKO:
I wasn’t replaceable.
CHIAKI:
You were my replacement. Of course you could’ve been replaced, too.
[BEAT]
KYOKO:
Do you think the real Nanami would’ve said that?
CHIAKI:
Nah. She loved her classmates. She probably would’ve told me where to stick it for saying all that stuff.
She loved Hajime, too, though. Look where that got her.
KYOKO:
Look where that got her.
[BEAT. THEN, STATIC RUSHES]
I could never beat her.
That’s probably not much of a surprise, right? She’s Ultimate, I’m me—the story doesn’t really need any kind of neat explanation or ending, just those five words. I could never beat her.
Not that I wasn’t trying. Exactly the opposite, I put my everything into playing with her. Anything she wanted. Every game she was excited for. Racing games and fighting games and puzzle-solving games, titles I’d never heard of and titles I’d been playing since I was a little kid. I got kinda bowled over, every time, by how much room she had for love. It always made me think, cheesy as it is, that there was something deeper than talent that I was missing: that, really, I needed to find someone to cut me open and give me the ability to care about something that much. She was full of it. It lit her up from the inside, she was so full of love—so imagine my surprise, when she found a little more of it to give to me.
It’s hard to articulate how she made me feel. It should’ve been easy to imagine that she didn’t care about me at all—why would she? What did she see in me that made her decide I was worthy of her friendship?—but that’s a losing game. Nanami wasn’t like that, she didn’t half-ass anything and she didn’t lie. So when I realized I was loved by her, the only feeling I had was—
A cold, steady heartbreak, that I could never love her as much back.
Nanami was the best at loving. She held the entire world in her chest, every game she’d ever played, her classmates, the school, the fountain where we met, all of it fit in the place where she stored her love. I fit there, too, fit perfect like I’d always been meant to be there. That’s where I go, I used to think. All this time I’ve been a puzzle piece without a slot, and now I found it.
And I was an empty cup. How could I love her as much as she loved me? How could I pretend that I had that kind of strength?
I had to stop lying to myself:
I could never beat her.
[BEAT]
…Y’know what I think? Really?
Our world isn’t just built of talented people and nobodies. It’s really not that I don’t believe in hard work, or skill growing over time. But you have to love it, you have to hold it deep down in your chest and be able to carry everything with you, and I’d never, ever gotten good at carrying anything other than myself. That was what really set me apart. I was cold. I couldn’t love. People like to think that the Ultimates are somehow more than human—human plus something, extraordinary, a cut above the rest—but I know better. It’s us. We’re the anomaly. We’re missing something, something big, something important. There’s an— organ, or a fucking hormone or something, something the Ultimates got that we didn’t, and we’re the strange ones for it. I know that like I know anything. I watch Chiaki, and I love her with everything I have, and she turns around and beats me again and she loves me more than I could ever dream to. And I know that it’s me that’s broken, not her that’s special.
So I—
[KYOKO SWALLOWS]
I’ll fix it. If I don’t have what it takes, I’m going to get it. Teach myself to love her like she’s meant to be loved, to hold her next to everything and still give her a place of honor. To love her Ultimately, the way she’s deserved for way longer than I’ve known her. That’s what I can give. That’s the most love I have for her, all that I can try to offer up.
And I’ll just have to hope that she loves what comes of me, when it’s over.
[STATIC RUSHES. BEAT]
…Can I go see him?
[BEAT]
Nanami—?
CHIAKI:
I think so, yeah.
He’s been waiting for you, anyway.
KYOKO:
…Right.
CHIAKI:
[STANDING UP—SHE’S STILL GAMING—AND MOVING OUT OF THE WAY]
It’s—
KYOKO:
I know the way.
CHIAKI:
Okay.
[KYOKO PRESSES THE BUTTON, AND THE STAIRS OPEN UP]
KYOKO:
…Just down there?
CHIAKI:
Just down there.
KYOKO:
If you see—
If anyone comes after me—
[BEAT. CHIAKI DOESN’T ASK FOR ELABORATION]
…Just exercise your best judgment.
[BEAT. KYOKO SIGHS, AND THEN STARTS DOWN THE STAIRS]
CHIAKI:
[ABRUPTLY—THE GAME MAKES A NOISE AS SHE PAUSES IT]
Kyoko?
KYOKO:
Yeah?
[BEAT]
N—
CHIAKI:
She never gave up on him.
She died thinking— someone will do it. Not me, but someone.
[BEAT. KYOKO UNDERSTANDS, OR SHE THINKS SHE DOES]
KYOKO:
Okay. I promise.
[SHE BEGINS HER DESCENT. CHIAKI GOES TO THE DESK, CLOSES THE STAIRWAY BEHIND KYOKO, SITS BACK DOWN, AND STARTS UP HER GAME AGAIN]
[THE CLICKING FILLS THE ROOM AGAIN. SHE BEGINS TO HUM]
[TAPE RECORDER CLICKS OFF]
[TAPE RECORDER CLICKS ON]
CELESTE:
Are you serious?
BYAKUYA:
You know as well as I do that there’s no containing Kyoko. It would’ve been pointless for me to interfere.
CELESTE:
Oh, you poor baby. You wanted her gone, you— you—
MAKOTO:
You tricked us.
You lied to me. You said—
BYAKUYA:
Makoto, try to understand. I mean really, actually try.
If not me, then at least her.
[BEAT]
MAKOTO:
We are going to talk about this. Later. When all of this is over.
And I mean really, actually talk about it, Byakuya.
BYAKUYA:
I’d expect nothing less.
CELESTE:
No. Oh, no. We are going to talk about it right now.
What were you honestly thinking?
BYAKUYA:
…Surprising as it may be, I was thinking that Kyoko might actually know what she’s doing.
CELESTE:
Don’t twist this. Don’t make this out to be me not trusting her.
BYAKUYA:
She’s got a plan. I don’t really understand it, and I maintain that it’s a shameless power grab, but it’s actionable and it’s immediate and if it works—
CELESTE:
Then Makoto doesn’t have to do anything. Only I lose something.
MAKOTO:
We all lose something.
[BEAT]
We have to go after her.
BYAKUYA:
No.
CELESTE:
I agree. We have to stop her—
BYAKUYA:
It’s been well over an hour. Whatever’s happening, she’s already setting it into motion.
CELESTE:
Then we’ll find a way to reverse it.
BYAKUYA:
When has anything in our lives been reversible?
MAKOTO:
Kyoko said everything worked off of dream logic. Maybe—
BYAKUYA:
Kyoko also said that she could handle this.
MAKOTO:
And if she can’t?
Are you going to be the one to take her down?
[BEAT]
No. We’re going after her, now.
BYAKUYA:
I can’t let you.
MAKOTO:
Honestly, Byakuya—try it. I’m interested to see what happens.
[BEAT. THEN, ALL AT ONCE, THE BUILDING IS ROCKED BY A LOUD, SHUDDERING CRASH]
CELESTE:
What in the—
[ANOTHER. THIS TIME, LITTLE BITS OF DUST AND DEBRIS RAIN DOWN FROM CRACKS IN THE CEILING]
BYAKUYA:
We need to get outside.
[THE THREE OF THEM RUSH OUT. THE INSTANT THEY STEP THROUGH THE DOOR, THEY FIND THE WORLD ALIVE WITH STORM—CRACKLING LIGHTNING, WHIPPING WINDS, SOMETHING DARK AND HEAVY AND DISASTROUS IN THE AIR. FINALLY, THE RAIN—THE CLIMAX OF AN APOCALYPSE THAT HAS BEEN, UP TILL THIS POINT, DRAGGING ITS FEET]
What the hell?
CELESTE:
It’s centered on—
MAKOTO:
The Institute.
CELESTE:
Kyoko.
BYAKUYA:
Or Kamukura.
[BEAT]
CELESTE:
I have to go to her.
MAKOTO:
I’m coming, too.
BYAKUYA:
Like hell you are—
MAKOTO:
If you’re going to let everyone I love rush into the jaws of death, Byakuya, the least you can do is let me follow them.
BYAKUYA:
You’re—
MAKOTO:
Call me ‘too important’ again.
CELESTE:
No—
He’s right. You both stay here.
If this is happening everywhere, the world is going to need people who know what’s going on. People who are… good at this, good at— keeping their heads under pressure.
I’m not good at anything except Kyoko. I have to go to her.
MAKOTO:
But—
CELESTE:
[A LITTLE TOO QUICKLY—A LITTLE TOO DESPERATELY]
I have to, alright?
She saved me, and it put us in this mess. I have to return the favor, or none of it was worth it.
[BEAT]
BYAKUYA:
Okay.
MAKOTO:
We’ll handle things out here.
CELESTE:
Make sure there’s a world for us to come back to.
MAKOTO:
Celeste—
CELESTE:
I know.
I will.
BYAKUYA:
Makoto. We have to move.
MAKOTO:
When you see her—
Tell her I’m mad at her.
Tell her I’m— so, so mad at her.
CELESTE:
…I will.
BYAKUYA:
Makoto.
CELESTE:
Go.
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