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Subaru:  He wondered whom the lonely smile that came over her lips was meant for…him, or her?
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Emilia:  “She understands it, all of it, without even having to ask. Your pain, your sadness, your anger—she feels all of them as her own.”
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Subaru:  “……Huh?”
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Emilia:  “—If you don’t say it, I can’t understand, Subaru.”
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Subaru:  He’d been rejected. He’d been smashed to bits. His illusion crumbled into dust. The one thing he truly thought he could believe in since falling into that world vanished. “I…” He’d risked his life, endured the pain of being bitten all over, wiped away his tears and surpassed them, all to continue to protect the idol he had erected in his mind. And so, his arbitrary utopia, one that had never existed, crumbled without a sound. His lips quivered. His eyes were hot inside. His tongue was twitching. His heartbeats were so fierce he could hear them. “Everything…I’ve done…” He lifted up his face and met Emilia’s violet eyes. They were filled only with sadness. When he saw his own face reflected there, it was truly pitiful and beyond salvation. He raised up his shrill voice in anger, so much that the room seemed to shake with it. “—You got this far because of me, didn’t you?! Like at the loot cellar when your crest got stolen! I saved you from that uber-dangerous serial killer! I put my body on the line! All because you’re important to me! !” His fingertips trembled as they gripped the sheets. His nails dug into his palm and slowly drew blood. He continued, enumerating every deed to his credit that he could think of as he tried to chase after her shadow, far in the distance. “Like at the mansion! I barely hung on there! My skull got cracked, my head went flying, but everyone in the village got saved anyway, didn’t they?! And things turned out the best way possible with Ram and Rem, I’m sure of it! That’s because I was there, right? !” The fact that he had saved everyone at the loot cellar, and at the mansion—all that had been possible because of him. These were the deeds Subaru ought to be proud of, and rewarded for. He’d come that far. He’d done so much. He added, “You have to owe me something for everything I’ve done for you—! !” He shouted because the meaning of all his actions, and the thoughts behind them, had been refuted. Subaru’s vainglorious search for praise, his gnawing desire for satisfaction, and his egotistical wish to be wanted, had been the unconscious extremes that had led him down his path. And all were summed up in a single, defining word.
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Emilia:  With a halting, shaky voice, Emilia said to Subaru, who was breathing roughly with sweat on his brow, “…Right.” Her words had a tone of acceptance, of resignation, of resolve—in other words, it was the end.