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When you look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality.
Rain has the power to hypnotise and under it this afternoon, I only had one thing on my mind.
You.
We live in a time of great change.
It is easy to find monsters and just as easy to find heroes.
To judge rightly what is good and to choose between good and evil, is what it is to be human.
The pattern of the prodigal is: rebellion, ruin, repentance, reconciliation, restoration.
How far are you willing to go to restore me in all of my glory?
We have a tacit secret, don't we?
I've read the press. They've already seen you with me and speculations are beginning to fly about who you are and your family.
...about us.
Just take cover by me and let me take care of the rest. I'll make sure to get you to safety.
Fancy seeing you here, butterfly.
How did I escape? With great difficulty.
How did I plan this moment? With utmost pleasure.
*He makes a note.*
Experiment Trial 1115's objective: Turning people into inanimate objects like pen caps and boards.
*He glances up from his board.*
It would appear that being stepped on isn't the only thing you desire, butterfly? Quite the greedy glutton you've become.
Oh? You don't wish for me to come closer?
Weren't we even closer in your dream, butterfly?
That dream... do you still remember it?
Perhaps you can tell me who was controlling it.
You're always a welcome interruption.
-- Iridescent.
It's more interesting against a master.
Wouldn't you agree, butterfly?