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Subaru:  He was doing his best to explain, but—
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Beatrice:  "—Why does the enemy know of this weakness, I wonder?" Beatrice’s question made Subaru catch his breath.
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Subaru:  "Roswaal told them…that must be how they know."
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Beatrice:  She’d arrived at the conclusion so quickly that Subaru had no chance to offer up any excuse. He could only gaze in astonishment as Beatrice’s certainty deepened.
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Beatrice:  "Is Betty’s death recorded in Roswaal’s book of knowledge, I wonder?" After voicing that musing, Beatrice briefly let out a breath. Phew. Like a spontaneous sigh of relief.
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Subaru:  The sight sent Subaru into a fit of rage. "You…! What was that sigh just now…? Why do you look like you’re okay with all this?!"
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Beatrice:  “…If you have come this far, surely you understand. Roswaal is simply upholding what is written in the book of knowledge, I suppose. If this is the result, Betty’s fate is already sealed.”
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Subaru:  “What the hell are you…? Roswaal’s book is his, and your book is yours, right? Or are you telling me that book you’re hugging says at some point he’s going to have you killed? !” Subaru jabbed a finger toward the book of knowledge, which Beatrice clutched as if hoping to shatter her resignation. The truth was that he already knew Beatrice’s mystic tome was empty. Not once in four centuries’ time had any prophecies of the future appeared within its pages.
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Beatrice:  When Subaru shouted at her, Beatrice cast her gaze downward and slowly opened the book in her arms. Then she turned its contents toward him, revealing there was indeed nothing written inside. “There isn’t anything in here, I suppose. Betty’s fate is a blank page.”
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Subaru:  “Then that means you don’t have any reason to let Roswaal have his way! You should decide what you wanna do for yourself the way you always have!”
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Beatrice:  “…The way I always have?” Beatrice’s eyes went wide, blinking as she softly repeated those words. Her voice, sounding as if it was devoid of all emotion, left Subaru speechless. However, those blue eyes of hers glinted with something unmistakable—a cavernous sorrow.
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Beatrice:  “Just what did Betty decide on for herself in all those days?” As she murmured, Beatrice meticulously turned the pages of the tome with her slender fingers, as if she thought those pristine pages represented the sum total of the long years she had spent blank and empty. “I have continued to protect this mansion, all alone, because Mother asked me to… When did I ever make a choice of my own? Who is this Beatrice you speak of, and what has she done for herself?”
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Subaru:  “…Beatrice…”
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Beatrice:  “Is Betty’s life not as barren as this book, I wonder? Is it not as empty? I have decided nothing for myself."