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I see... You're still refusing to judge anything. Even this sunshine, or this department store.

Don't you understand? This is it. The end of the Grand Magasin. You can struggle to your heart's content, but that won't magically bore a hole in this reality to exit through.

So why... why do you keep trying to make a "different choice"? Tell me. I want to know what your endgame is.

Though we could all hear what Jeanne was saying... we knew every word was meant for Meursault alone.

Meursault closed his eyes, as if considering something. When he opened them again, he cast a brief glance toward the Sinners and me.

... It is to let them out of here.

Hah.

I'd been watching you for a long time before I decided to be a part of your life.

Ma puce, stop kidding yourself. Do you really think I won't notice when you're just letting someone else make the judgment call?

.......

Suspirations that become wandering breezes; tree branches that dig deep enough to become soil; stones that become landscape; things that were once petals or blades of grass...

People twisting themselves for expression, for meaning... this City, doing much the same...

They're all... directionless, drifting movements, nothing more.

That day we first met, I thought you were someone who felt and experienced all of that minutiae of existing. That's why I decided to talk to you.