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We're off to find your friends.

Friends!

(There's still children here? Where?)

(Hmph. Nowhere. You <i>did</i> sell them all off, after all.)

(Inside every shipment of goods you sent off, I imagine.)

(No, that's ridiculous! I was only selling...)

(The longing and yearning Jurian has for his friends...)

(...is placed within the objects that signify them.)

(Eh?)

(What exactly was it that happened?)

Well?

Hm... I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but he's been infected.

How? All the other children are clearly fine.

How bad is it? Serious?

Serious or not, that's not your concern right now. You should be worried for yourself.

If... they find you've got an Infected here, then you won't just be legally hamstrung...

You'll put the rest of the children in peril.

Uncle, going out? Going out!

I, I'll carry stuff, this luggage.

Jurian, come with me.

You're moving onto this floor now. It'll be... easier, for your Uncle to look after you.

But...

And you have to tell me before you go downstairs.

If you want to go play, I'll play with you.

But...

No buts!

Bleeding... Uncle, you're bleeding.

Did I do a—do a bad thing?

Sorry... Jurian, bad child.

You never realized?

How hurt, how panicked he'd be when he couldn't find his friends?

I... I thought it was just stuff he couldn't find.

I thought he just talked to those things because he was so bored.

They're not things. They're friends.

His most precious friends, ever since you drove everyone away from him.

Save it!

What choice did I have?

Look at the state of me, a noble... heheh, heh...

I don't think anyone else except me would have even taken him in.

But I'm threadbare... selling valuables is the only way I can get by.

Raymond...

There was nothing I could do! Nothing!

I don't have the first clue about Oripathy... I was scared it'd spread to the other children.

But I... I couldn't abandon Jurian.

I...

Hurt... friends...

If you get close, hurt.

Uncle is, good person.

Sorry... I know you mean well.

You're professionals through and through.

But fake, in the end, is fake.

Fake...

Can't find... friends?

No need for pretenses now. You can take all the money I got selling the stuff.

I'd be lost for anything on the off-chance you got infected. You'd best go.

Fairy... blue, is fake?

Sorry, Jurian. I shouldn't be lying to you.

I just wanted to...

Jurian! Come back!

Jurian!

Where are you going?!

Leave... Jurian wants to leave.

Then... Audrey, and Peewee, and... they'll come back.

Jurian is leaving.

Don't, get close!

Jurian, just hold it!

Blue, color like no Catastrophe.

I really like, the stories in, dining hall.

Thank you.

Jurian, can't control.

Dangerous purple, dangerous.

Drastic measures it is.

It seems naughty children need to be taught a little lesson!

(Bena, drag Raymond over as well!)

Dark! Where is Jurian?

Where is this?

Don't be afraid. I'm by your side.

Blue.

There is a person holding onto you. Are they hurt?

Hand... blue... not like blue.

Answer me, now. Are they hurt?

No... very warm.

Holding tight... Jurian can feel, pulse.

Very fast pulse.

Then you can open your eyes now.

The one holding your hand is your uncle, Raymond.

Do you see? You won't hurt anyone.

*cough* Ahem...

Well, this is a little... embarrassing.

Jurian, not purple.

You're blue too. Okay?

Mmm. No Catastrophe in the sky.

The purest, clearest sky.

But... Jurian's friends.

Remember the wish you made to me?

That's your agreement with the fairy now.

Once made, it's never to be broken.

As for you. Hmph.

Me?

As is perfectly clear, you built a candy house straight from a fairytale by your own two hands.