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<HEEEAAAAAAHHHH!!!>

Hahhh, haaah...

Where...?

I recall Mephistopheles rushing toward us in a speed that would have definitely crushed our bones, but...

What's wrong, Clockhead? What, is your head turning into a grill again?

<Heathcliff...!>

<Heathcliff... it's you, right?!>

Agh...! The hell, mate?! Get off me! Gah!

<He is Heathcliff...!>

M-manager, you're up! You were out cold for a while, so we were all pretty worried.

Hmph. A.L.A.T.C.T.

"As long as the clock turns", she says...

Much worries were had by all afore miss Faust informed us of your safety, Dante...

Yeah, same! I thought you wouldn't ever wake up again or something~

Uh... looks like your hour hand's trembling, Dante! Are you alright?

Should we call Hohenheim to run some tests on Dante?

Faust has already taken all necessary measures. This does not appear to be something that requires his assistance.

Manager Esquire... 'twas all mine wrongdoing... I had failed to expect that thou wert still within the range of shrapnels... Sob... 'twas my carelessness...

Extending the distance between the manager and the battlefield in future battles would be an effective means of minimizing certain risk factors.

Yeah, manager bud. I appreciate the fervor, but don't try so hard that you'll hurt yourself. Take it easy, alright?

Dammit... I, Outis, shall take responsibility for this incident. Allow me to bow before you in hopes of seeking -

<Guys...>

<I think... I like us... exactly as we are right now...>

... Hm.

Going by the tick-tocking noises you're making... you sound moved, Dante.

I, for one, am also glad that I wouldn't have to remove your clock hands. It would not have been pleasant.

Once this tearful reunion was complete...

I stepped off the bus to do some stretches.

<…….>

Twinkle, twinkle, stars.

Mephi, twinkle-twinkle like stars.

I turned around to see Charon busily cleaning the bus as always.

<Charon...>

I don't know where she got it, but she was happily sucking on a candy.

I wanted to ask her if Vergilius had given it to her, but... there wasn't anyone around to be a translator for me. I decided to return my gaze toward the night sky.

... Charon told you so.

Careful with wishes. No take backsies.

<... Huh?>

Her odd comment lingered there for a while.

But the night sky held its silence, a quiet protest of innocence.