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Subaru:  The moment the connection severed, Subaru felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. “Th-this is…” It wasn’t some cold, dark, dirty building. He was in the Taygeta archive. He had hit the back of his head when he slumped to the floor. Realizing that was the source of his pain, Subaru slowly sat up—and then checked his stomach in a panic. There was a life-threatening injury—or at least there should have been. “It’s…gone. There’s nothing. There’s no cut…” He checked his stomach over and over, confirming that the source of the searing heat was no longer there. There were no traces of the incredibly vivid scene he’d just lived through. The overwhelming pain that he had mistaken for burning. That feeling was…
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Subaru:  “…a memory. My stomach split open, and I died.” A sharp blade had bitten deep, and his final moments had been steeped in powerlessness and blood. It would still have been forgivable if he had at least died alone. But that wasn’t the case.
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Subaru:  “Satella…” That was the name—the fake name—of the girl he had been unable to save. In those memories, the familiar, silver-haired girl had interacted with Subaru under someone else’s name. Why? It wasn’t out of malice, that much was clear. And as he watched the other Natsuki Subaru run around and work so hard right after being summoned to this world, something dawned on him. That went beyond dying in vain. Calling it a dog’s death would be an insult to dogs, but…
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Subaru:  “—This is definitely the one and true Natsuki Subaru’s book of the dead.” A pathetic, foolish, weak, hopeless Natsuki Subaru. There was no mistaking it. That stupid self-consciousness and total lack of consideration for his parents was unmistakable. And on top of it all, when he found himself in another world, he used it as an excuse to escape reality, deceiving himself and the people around him with a hollow sense of positivity. That foolishness had resulted in tragedy.