warmy

All of us will support you.

Uncle Fat Head...

Thanks.

Silly girl. What's there to thank?

The next time you're back, we'll watch another movie together. How does that sound?

Here we are, girl.

Yeah.

You see the transport station up ahead? I hear they stopped running the last route to here not too long ago. Good thing the station hasn't been torn down, and the lights are still up.

I've got cargo to deliver, so I can't stay with you. Be careful out there.

Thanks for the ride.

Don't mention it.

There are lots of rocks on the road here. Be careful and don't trip.

I will!

Don't worry. I've walked this path many, many times before.

I won't fall down again.

The girl stops walking.

Ahead, the abandoned tracks are engulfed by the intense darkness. On the ground, a mining hard hat with a large conspicuous dent and a bent, misshapen valve handwheel lie forgotten.

A mining lamp on the ground flickers repeatedly before suddenly losing its glimmer.

I...

I miss you.

But... I'm going somewhere far, far away now.

Lanns says we're going even farther away than the transports go, and the Grinning Valley...

B-But you don't have to worry about me... Everyone'll be waiting for Warmy...

The young girl crosses into the loosely cordoned off area and walks toward the ruins.

She strokes the ice-cold surface of a rock, as though reminiscing that large, rough hand that she never once thought she would ever take her hand off.

Daddy...

Bye bye.