human
Emilia:  That moment, she could not hear her own heartbeats, which had been so noisy before. All sound had vanished from the world. Even color had been erased, leaving Emilia lost and alone. Unable to hear even her own beating heart, what remained was her brain—no, her consciousness alone. She couldn’t choose. She couldn’t choose. She couldn’t choose couldn’t choose couldn’t couldn’tcouldn’tcouldn’tcouldn’t. Which was the right choice? What should she do to rescue everyone? What did she need to do to help? She wanted someone, anyone to tell her. Hope, salvation, her mother’s teachings—
gpt
Pandora:  "—Ah.”
human
Pandora:  “—So you’ve made your choice. This is your decision, isn’t it?” Amid her white-hot thoughts and her hollow, nebula-like vision, she heard Pandora’s voice. Looking down at the hand the child’s palm had reached, Pandora cast her eyes, rimmed by long eyelashes, downward. Emilia had touched Pandora’s right hand. She had chosen the hope that did not break her promise, that did not open the seal, that saved no one.
gpt
Emilia:  “I…made a promise with Mom. I have to keep my promises… I have to, so… Mooom…”
human
Pandora:  “You believed the words of the mother who raised you until the very end. At the end of your struggle, this is the answer you arrived at, the conclusion reached by your soul. I respect that.” As a steady flood of tears flowed from Emilia, Pandora nodded in what seemed like acceptance. Then she gently brushed away Emilia’s hand, which touched her own right hand, gazing at the young girl with apparent affection. If Pandora wanted to, she could force Emilia, the key holder, to open the door. That she showed no intent of doing so must have meant there was some kind of tangible goodness inside Pandora. If so, then—
gpt
Pandora:  “—However, please respect the decision I made to teach you the means to open this door.” It was an expression of her false benevolence. She had no qualms about completely ravaging anything that she didn’t find valuable or worthy of respect.
human
Emilia:  “—Eh?' In a daze, Emilia let her voice trickle out toward the smiling Pandora. She saw that Pandora was looking not at her but at the woods behind her. From the grove of white trees, a single figure leaped, charging toward them—