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Subaru:  "Over there, each star has its own name and legend.” In Subaru’s fantasy, his rousing conversation about stars would whet Beatrice’s curiosity and bring a smile to her face. But despite his enthusiasm, when he looked up at the stars—he held his breath. This was nothing new to Subaru, but every time he looked at the stars, he couldn’t help but feel a fleeting hesitation. And with good reason—the stars in this sky were completely unrecognizable. The brightest Polaris, the Big Dipper beside it, the Summer and Winter Triangle asterisms, Orion’s Belt, Cassiopeia—where did they all go? Ironically, one look at the night sky and it was instantly obvious. The stars in this world were in completely different places from the stars in Subaru’s world.
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Beatrice:  "You’ve forgotten your story, I suppose… If you’ve quite finished, then be off with you.”
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Subaru:  “I haven’t forgotten anything, dude. There were just too many stars to name, I had a hard time deciding… Okay, first, take that star. That overly bright star, that’s Polaris, the North Star. If you ever lose your way, use it to guide you. It always points north.”
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Beatrice:  “But that’s south—the complete opposite direction.”
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Subaru:  “Okay then, it’s the South Star.”
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Beatrice:  “So arbitrary! Are you making this all up, I wonder? !”
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Subaru:  In actual fact, he was making it all up, but Subaru hid his shame behind an audacious smile and continued his story. In this sort of scenario, whoever yielded ground first lost. Not that he knew what this competition even was—alcohol was probably to blame for that. Subaru faced Beatrice’s displeased gaze head-on, pointed at the South Star, and said, “You use the South Star as a starting point to find the other stars. Lower your gaze a little and look—see those five stars in the shape of an M? That’s Cassiopeia.”
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Beatrice:  “I don’t know what an em is, and I can’t see any shape besides.”
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Subaru:  “You don’t see it, you feel it. Agh—okay, since you don’t know the letter M, think of it as a canyon. So the legend about Cassiopeia is, well, Cassiopeia was proud of her daughter Andromeda—so proud, in fact, that everyone else frowned upon her.”
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Beatrice:  “…For stories about stars, they certainly reek of human,” Beatrice grumbled, punctuating the word with a loud sigh.
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Subaru:  But this sentiment made Subaru’s cheeks soften into a smile. “I know, right? Where I’m from, the stars are thought of as deities. But our deities are always up to some trouble somewhere—just like humans! And that’s what makes the stories interesting.”
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Beatrice:  “Bold of you to call stars deities. For beings beyond human comprehension, that’s a very self-serving interpretation, I suppose.”
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Subaru:  “Okay, the idea of supernatural beings can be a bit chilling at times, but meanwhile, we’ve got a spirit over there who mostly fits that description, and he’s chilling in a bath of booze—your argument is invalid.” As Subaru gestured with his eyes, Roswaal filled Puck’s empty bath cup with more liquor.