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Pwie still seemed lost in deep thought.

<It... It really suits you...>

It really does... At least all that work wasn't for nothing...

The garment Pwie had wanted now rested perfectly against their body, every measurement exact...

Yet Pwie showed neither excitement nor joy - I could not see even the smallest spark of satisfaction.

.......

Wriggley... I didn't want to hurt... Wriggley.

But... the moment I thought it might be all right to stop here... something burst open inside my head.

It said I had to keep moving... that I had to fill every empty space...

... Is this my nature?

I think everyone can fall into madness at some point in their lives. One that they can hardly believe themselves.

... It may have been an instinct you were born with, as you said. Or perhaps, in that moment, reaching the fifth floor mattered more to you than Wriggley.

Nngh...

But you know, even if it really was your instinct that caused it, you can't keep blaming it every time...

... or however dearly you wish to change, you shall remain rooted where you stand.

I waited for Pwie to bombard Ishmael with more questions, but none came.

They only stared at their own hands... and seemed lost in thought again.

... Wait, what was that crash? It sounded like something gave way...

I can hear... a monstrous cry as well...

... It's crying.

It's hurting for the cocoon... because the cocoon was hurting.

<... Meursault, that sound.... It's the same wail we heard in B2, isn't it? The entity that didn't belong to any of the factions here...>

... Correct.