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<Faust. If... if things don't get any better...>

<What will happen to them?>

Erlking Heathcliff, once he kills Heathcliff of this world for good... will leap over to other worlds to slay other versions of Heathcliff.

If Catherine's summoning succeeds... she will become another Catherine who leaps between every world, creating more Catherines like herself.

<... To what end?>

... To an end where there is nothing but the silence and the lamentation of both Heathcliff and Catherine. Wouldn't you agree?

<...Huh?>

<There's a sound... coming from my device... >

Dante.

I see that you write a diary of your own.

…….

I wouldn't call it a diary. It's not like I record what happens every day in here...

That counts as a diary still.

It is a record of your life.

Then... I suppose it is.

Catherine.

Just before the break of dawn, during the quietest hours of the day... I would write in my diary.

Especially on days when I suffered from fevers. I could not bear to keep going without vomiting every fault of mine on a piece of paper.

I was always honest with my diary.

But...

It seems that I could never be honest anywhere else.

While I hid my true feelings from the ones I loved... while refusing to communicate myself... I became angry at those who couldn't understand me.

Heathcliff shall never know.

He will never know how much I...

How much I...

No. I have to know.

Heathcliff? How did you...?

I needed a lot of courage to get here.

Catherine.

It's all so easy for you. For you to topple me...

For you to ground me up until I'm nothing.

I was so happy whenever you came to visit me. A single glance from you in my direction could brighten my entire day. You were almost like a calamity.

And I have always, always...

... always loved that very calamity that swept over me like the tempest, Catherine.

…….

Thank you. For having the courage.

Finally, our hearts...

... are no longer broken apart.

Dante. May I borrow your diary for a moment?

The Golden Bough has far more impressive powers than any of us could have ever imagined.

What powers...?

It has been bringing your own wishes to reality, has it not?

So...

The key to my Heathcliff's happiness...

…….

... is in your diary.

So I...

... looked down at the screen of the device I carried. Something I used to think was nothing but a tool for recording things.

Thank you so much for being the first one to talk, Heathcliff.

I don't love every Heathcliff in every world.

I love you. As you are now.