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The mannequin passes on Moira's emotions and she turns into Michael. The excessive yet artificial man who always wore his heart on his sleeve.

What kind of emotions are you hiding inside yourself?

You let me feel fear, and danger, so much danger...

...Shelly.

Shelly. In the final moments of her life, the neurotic coordinator was completely wrecked by her own fear.

Turning emotions into tangible energy, and any object that passes through your hands becomes a medium to release it...

...So these are your Originium Arts.

I see why he chose you. Why he led you to become what you are now.

A prop master, strings, puppets... all images born just for the stage. When you forget your self, a person becomes a play.

Come, join in our performance, Lucian.

If you're right, and that man roused my abilities, then as his real student, you will make the best dance partner!

Moira laughs and cries loudly... a thousand expressions flash across her face, filling the prop room with a suffocating energy—

There is nowhere for Lucian to run.

Fine.

What?

Moira, I will sing for you... as you wish.

The Blood Diamond's song is a kind of misfortune, for both himself and the audience.

It will rip my throat apart, sending pain straight into your ears... And you will either die, or spend the rest of your life with its melody reverberating in your mind.

If you willingly ignore the truth in your hands, if you're satisfied by such falsehoods, if you can only approach him by destroying yourself...

Then allow me to relieve your pain, and enter the stage once more.

Moira hears a song.

The emotions within flood into her, overwhelming even the song itself. She does not understand what Lucian is singing about, she only feels...

Joy, fear, doubt, rage, hatred, and sorrow—a hundred times stronger than her own...

Before she is completely washed away by the emotions, she cannot help but think—

What sort of experiences must one go through to understand such revelations—or was he simply forced to learn it all within the despair of having nothing at all—

Troupe Leader, Whiteflower is still waiting for us for the curtain call. Why have we come here?

This is just a river... There's nothing here this time of night...

I'm afraid Whiteflower will be upset by tonight's sparse audience.

For this river here is the final stage.

Tell them, Playwright. What does the revised ending look like?

I...

The 'magician's assistant' and the 'lucky audience member' who both died on stage are stuffed into prop boxes and thrown into the river. Once the dust settles, they will wake up and emerge from the river under the stars...

They used their story deaths to distance themselves from their prison of nightmares.

That's... Blood Diamond and Abyss?

Wait, didn't they return to the castle already? Why would they be here...

Are they... running away?

It seems our travel plans have been interrupted, Abyss.

What... how?

The 'magician's assistant' and 'lucky audience member' came back to life... now this is true magic.

With this crowd looking on, it would seem he's a fan of this new improvised ending.

Let's go back, he's waiting for us.

Go back?

We can still run, Lucian.

Come with me. The river's wide enough, and he's far enough away...

If you choose to flee now, he'll let you go. But fear will seep into your bones, and torment you for the rest of your life.

I'll go back to him, learn all his skills, uncover all his secrets, and then destroy it all.

For such is my wretched fate.

Fate? Are you sure it's not just proof that you've become entranced with the Troupe, with him, once more?

If this is the pain and despair he has given me...

Then I will become his fate.

Somehow, you always understand him and his twisted aesthetics.

Yet you never listen to me... or maybe you never really wanted to escape. You've spent far too long trapped in this nightmare.

Fine then. I hope the Crimson Troupe's Blood Diamond will grant a former 'friend' one last favor—

Don't chase me. Don't come after me.

Let us part here, friend... We will meet again once this all falls to ruin.

At some point, the black creature appears inside the prop room, nimbly avoiding Moira's body as she goes over to Lucian.

With his knees bent halfway, and surrounded by mannequin parts scattered all over the ground, for once, Lucian doesn't perform the gesture of a proper gentleman's salute to her.

The lady is even more displeased by his actions.

You haven't sung in a long time, Lucian.

Apologies, Miss.Christine. Did you hurry here as soon as you could?

(Flicks tails without comment)

What a terrible scent. This Zalak compelled you to use your Arts, as well as the skills you were so determined to abandon.

You do know what sort of situation you've put yourself into, yes?

Chaotic, disorderly, uncontrollable... like a ball of unruly yarn I've yet to sort out.

And you wish to face him, even end him, as you are now?

...That is why I've come here, Miss.Christine.

When I stood up from the river as Shalem continued to sink below, my mind was already made.

This is the performance I've repeated the most. I cannot refuse, nor do I want to... not until the true end comes.

Fine.

Perhaps you will become a monster.

Listen, Lucian.

Lucian stays still, and does not look up.

The lady sighs, and her azure eyes light up like never before. She shakes her tails, and her body splits into two identical figures...

One walks into Lucian's shadow, while the other remains sitting before him, staring...

Both Miss.Christines speak in a staggered pattern, like a strange duet—this way she ensures Lucian will hear every word she says.

To be honest, I much prefer 'Phantom'...

It implies nothing good, but it is a name you came up with yourself.

Humans are so troublesome. Sometimes I miss the cafe where we met. Your emotions were much more complex and slovenly than they are now...

But still far better than today... The bitterness of your obsession is making me want to sneeze.

Go, meet him if you must.

If you turn into a madman, I will devour all your emotions... No matter how hard they may be to swallow.

If you cease to exist, I will haunt him, and figure out a way to make his life miserable...

After all, he can't do a thing to me.

Break a leg, Phantom.

Mrow~

Hurry... hurry! Lemme into the underground passage!

Hey! Did the storm blast your eyes blind? Do you have any idea how long I've been in this queue? Why, I oughta teach you a lesson—

No pushing or shoving, people! The passage can only fit two at a time, so don't clog up the entrance and leave space for those behind you! There's still time to get everyone in!

Miss Stone, the plate's western paths and outer guardrails have been destroyed by the storm.

If this keeps up, we won't be able to hold out for long even in the engine layer.

I sent people to move supplies in. If we can survive this calamity...

No, I'm sure we'll make it through.

Miss Rutherford, you should hurry inside! The storm will tear your dress into shreds!

So this is the wind she felt...

Huh? What'd you say?

Nothing.

Didn't you go looking for Tip to discuss the backdrop earlier? Where is she?

She seemed to have figured something out and took off. I couldn't catch up to her.

And we're supposed to be the adults. In the face of a Catastrophe, not one of us is as cool-headed and brave as her.

Because she doesn't know what fear is yet.