She had to say that. She couldn’t let her friend’ s death be in vain. But I couldn’t smile. Nagi hadn’t seen the end of Echoes. But I had. Clearly. That light had made it as if Saotome Masami had never existed in the first place. It had turned the nearly immortal Manticore into a burnt crisp. That was no biotechnological experiment. It had beamed itself into space, but if something like that were fired at the earth over and over again.