Wespheran: “…Do you ever get tired of it?”

Batsumurono: “No.”

Wespheran: “Really? Not even a little? All the screams…”

Batsumurono: “You hear noise, I hear truth.”

Wespheran: “Oh, I hear that too. It’s everywhere here… but is this really it?”

Batsumurono: “This is what remains. However…”

Wespheran: “So there was something else?”

Batsumurono: “…Irrelevant.”

Wespheran: “You remember, don’t you? You always do. Was it quieter? Louder? Did it hurt less?”

Batsumurono: “…”

Wespheran: “It doesn’t matter! Our home is perfect! It keeps everything they tried to forget! And it never lets them leave!”

Batsumurono: “It doesn’t need to. They build it themselves.”

Wespheran: “…That’s my favorite part.”

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Wespheran: “Oh—! A new one has arrived… I wonder what their ‘home’ looks like…”

Batsumurono: “…We’ll see.”