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Subaru:  Then what more could—
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Beatrice:  "—Your face seems to say, ‘I am the unluckiest man in the whole world.’"
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Subaru:  Subaru doubted his own ears when he looked toward the entrance. As he sluggishly brought his head around, he saw a single girl standing in front of the door. She gazed at Subaru with disdain. Her long cream-colored hair was split into two beautiful rolls, and she wore an ornate dress fit for a Western doll. She had an adorable face, one Subaru had not seen upon his return to the mansion the last two times through the current series of loops. “Bea…trice…”
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Beatrice:  "In the time since I have last seen you, has your witless face grown even more foolish, I wonder?" Making that harsh declaration, Beatrice surveyed the tragic sight in the room. Then she said, “Well, now you’ve really done it…” With a sigh, Beatrice summed up the tragic spectacle with extreme bluntness.
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Subaru:  Seeing Emilia immobile in a pool of blood, eyes hollow in Subaru’s embrace, was Beatrice truly moved so little? But even if animosity was the obvious reaction, Subaru could no longer manage it. Indeed, in that moment, Subaru was grateful for Beatrice’s reaction, not asking him a single thing. He would have been more grateful still if she simply turned around and left Subaru there.
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Beatrice:  “Will Puckie not come out, I wonder?” As Beatrice spoke, she walked closer and kneeled right beside Subaru. “Even if I tell you to look, I doubt you would listen… I do so hate to get my hands dirty.” Speaking indifferently, Beatrice reached out toward Emilia. Subaru did not know what she meant to do with the deceased girl, but he made no reaction as her fingers touched Emilia’s neck. Subaru, feeling uncomfortable with the action in a way he couldn’t put into words, began rebuking her. “It’s disconnected, I suppose?”
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Beatrice:  But Beatrice accomplished her objective before he’d even gotten a word in. As Beatrice’s hand moved away from Emilia, it held a beautiful, glimmering green crystal. This was the pendant that Emilia never took off—Puck’s abode, and the physical representation of the pact formed between Emilia and the spirit. But now, it was…
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Subaru:  “Bro…ken…?”
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Beatrice:  "A bold thing to say for the one who broke it… Though you seem to be unaware of the fact." Gazing desolately as the two pieces of the crystal rested on her palm, Beatrice tucked the ruined thing away. What had happened to Puck, the spirit who should have been inside the broken pendant? What had happened to the spirit who had loved Emilia, now resting in Subaru’s arms, so much that he had called her his daughter? Where had he gone? “Are you concerned, I wonder? Puckie is not dead. He has simply been returned to his true body for the moment.