()||<BIN>9</BIN><黑屏1>0,10</黑屏1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>654</BIN>:Grade 7 Classroom, Beslan High School No. 1.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BGM>Campaion-58-2</BGM>:It has been several days since the Eternal Flame Incident. There are now fewer students in the classroom, but other than that, little has changed. +Such is the nature of time. It always smooths everything out before anyone takes notice. +At least in appearance.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_21Winter_Fire_Alarm</SE1>:Riiiiing... +The class bell chimes.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Door_Open</SE1>:Martha Meitner walks into the classroom.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Today we'll be talking about chapter 5, solving critical equations. +How to calculate a critical point if it isn't given.
()<Speaker>Chattering Student</Speaker>||:Ha, what business does someone who harms students have being a teacher?
()<Speaker>Chattering Student</Speaker>||:Yeah, I'm surprised she has the gall to show up in the classroom.
()<Speaker>Chattering Student</Speaker>||:Have you heard? Even her daughter got expelled from school.
()<Speaker>Chattering Student</Speaker>||:If she knows what's good for her, she'd just screw off already.
()<Speaker>Chattering Student</Speaker>||:What the hell is the principal thinking...?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:At this point, Martha Meitner is no longer a teacher in the students' eyes. She is simply an American who brings suffering upon their compatriots and a source of controversy. +The students' brazen protests grow louder and louder.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>Select</SE1>:Click. +It is the sound of a pistol slide being racked. +Martha fishes a pistol out from the drawer of her podium.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:It's as if someone has suddenly pressed a mute button on the classroom.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>Rope</SE1>:Martha aims the weapon at Xenia.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Stand up.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Xenia has no choice but to obey.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Scared?
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:... +This is a school. You are a teacher. +You cannot raise a hand against students.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Tsk. +Then tell me, which school rule allows a student to raise a hand against a teacher?
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Martha's gaze sweeps over all the students in the classroom. +Then she pulls the trigger.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<震屏3><SE1>AVG_pistol_finalshot_n</SE1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:Poom.
()<Speaker>Students</Speaker>||:<size=50>Aaaaaah! Xenia!</size>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Bullet_Hit_Wall</SE1>:Plop.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Xenia feels something bounce off her forehead. +It falls on the floor. +She can't help but look down. +It's a small, white, cylindrical object.
NPC-Sinia(0)<Speaker>Xenia</Speaker><Position>0,-58</Position>||:...That's not a bullet. You...
NPC-Laplace(1)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||<BGM>GF_22W_BGM_1</BGM>:Teachers these days don't like writing on the blackboard. +That's why you've never seen this thing before. +Back when I was in school, students who didn't pay attention in class would get chalk thrown at them.
()<Speaker>Students</Speaker>||:...
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:I don't give a damn what you lot think. +But when I'm giving a lecture, keep your mouths shut.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The only response Martha gets is silence, but she does not care. +Keeping her modified chalk gun raised, she scans each and every student in the classroom with her sharp gaze. +The faces are either calm, frightened, scornful, or angry. +But one particular face... +...is devoid of emotion.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_pistol_finalshot_n</SE1><震屏3>:Poom. +The gun ejects another piece of chalk.
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position><Shake>0.1</Shake>||<SE1>AVG_Bullet_Hit_Wall</SE1>:...!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Anna, who has been dozing in her seat, suddenly feels a pain on her head. +She looks around in confusion.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:If you can't be bothered to listen, then don't. +Go stand in the teachers' office until the end of this class.
()||<黑屏1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>276</BIN>:Teachers' office, Beslan High School No. 1.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The teachers' office is generally unoccupied during the day, but it is as cluttered as a junkyard. +Books, exam papers, and teaching equipment are scattered all over. +Anna finds a relatively empty spot to stand and prepares to stare at the ceiling and zone out for a while.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:... +Hm, 30 minutes to go. +I may have to practice sleeping while standing.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Anna leans back slightly against a wall.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_doorknock_wood</SE1><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:Thunk, thunk, thunk...
NPC-Ange(36)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:What was that?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_doorknock_wood</SE1>:Thunk, thunk, thunk... +Something in a pile of miscellaneous objects is making a sound. +Some sort of dull knocking.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...What is it?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:She walks toward the pile.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_doorknock_wood</SE1>:Thunk, thunk, thunk... +The sound grows louder. Upon closer inspection, Anna finds a door behind the clutter. The sign indicates that it is a storage room.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Knock</SE1>:She approaches the door and knocks on it.
()<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:Let me out...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Someone spoke!
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Creep</SE1>:Anna hauls away the obstacles blocking the door and pulls on the door handle.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_XXS_kick</SE1><controll_shake>%%type_id=2%%duration=1%%delay=0.1%%range=5</controll_shake>:A little girl stumbles out of the storage room.
NPC-Ange(36)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Aren't you...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Martha Meitner's daughter?
NPC-Sana(4)<Speaker>Little Girl</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||<BGM>m_wv_scenario</BGM>:(Sobs)
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:The delicate girl has thrown her arms around Anna. +Pushing her away doesn't feel right, but Anna can't just let this go on either. +She has never taken care of any children. In fact, she herself is still a child.
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Why are you crying...
NPC-Ange(37)<Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(4)<Speaker>Little Girl</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:So dark... I'm scared... (Sobs)
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(4)<Position>0,210</Position>||:Then whine about it to your mom. That woman is a real piece of work.
NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(4)<Speaker>Little Girl</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:No...
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(4)<Position>0,210</Position>||:You're such a crybaby; even the dogs in the streets would want to bully you.
NPC-Ange(37)<Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(4)<Speaker>Little Girl</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:No... The nice boy and you... You don't bully me.
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(4)<Position>0,210</Position>||:... +Let go of me.
NPC-Sana(4)<Speaker>Little Girl</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:No.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:The girl buries her face into Anna's chest, smearing tears and snot all over her.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:... +<color=#A9A9A9>Whatever. I'm not too fussed about being clean anyway.</color>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:After crying for a while, the girl finally calms down.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Hey.
NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(2)<Speaker>Little Girl</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:Are you talking to me?
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(2)<Position>0,210</Position>||:Who else?
NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(2)<Speaker>Little Girl</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:My name is Sana.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Oh. What are you doing here?
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Tears start welling up in Sana's eyes again.
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Don't! +If you cry, I'll go fetch your mom this instant.
NPC-Sana(4)<Speaker>Sana</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:...Urk.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Sana wants to cry, but she doesn't dare.
NPC-Sana(1)<Speaker>Sana</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:Mama... Mama doesn't let me play outside.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(1)<Position>0,210</Position>||:...Then don't.
NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(1)<Speaker>Sana</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:But I don't want to stay in the dark room.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(1)<Position>0,210</Position>||:Who locked you in there?
NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(1)<Speaker>Sana</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:...Mama.
NPC-Ange(36)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(1)<Position>0,210</Position>||:Huh??
NPC-Ange(36)<Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(1)<Speaker>Sana</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:She doesn't let me follow her around.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:... +So she's also like that.
NPC-Sana(1)<Speaker>Sana</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:Hm?
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(1)<Position>0,210</Position>||:My mom was the same. +When I was little and she had to work overtime, she'd put me in the washing machine.
NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(0)<Speaker>Sana</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Pffft... +My mom never did that.
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...What's so funny? Being locked inside a dark room isn't much better.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Sana pouts.
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Don't cry!
NPC-Ange(37)<Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(1)<Speaker>Sana</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:Okay... +Mama never plays with me.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(1)<Position>0,210</Position>||:Neither did mine.
NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(1)<Speaker>Sana</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:She never puts me to sleep.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(1)<Position>0,210</Position>||:Neither did mine.
NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>;NPC-Sana(1)<Speaker>Sana</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:She...
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Alright, alright, don't turn this into a competition. +And get down already! +You're heavy!
NPC-Sana(1)<Speaker>Sana</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:Oh...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:Sana takes two steps back.
NPC-Sana(0)<Speaker>Sana</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:Have you come to play with me?
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...No.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>Rope</SE1>:At the thought of her reason for being here, Anna can't help but pinch Sana's cheek.
NPC-Ange(35)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:It's all your mom's fault, so I blame you too.
NPC-Sana(4)<Speaker>Sana</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||:Ow-ow-ow...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Anna pinches pretty hard.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:If she had never come, none of this would've happened. +...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM><SE1>AVG_21Winter_Fire_Alarm</SE1>:Riiiing... +The recess bell rings, followed by the sound of a frenzied stampede. +The recess bell signals liberation for students.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Door_Open</SE1>:Martha returns to the teachers' office, only to find Sana sitting on her own chair, kicking her little legs. Martha frowns.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Sana, how did you get out?
NPC-Sana(3)<Speaker>Sana</Speaker><Position>0,210</Position>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:...Humph.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Martha goes up to Sana and looks her over carefully. She is not hurt. Then she spots a sticky note stuck haphazardly on her desk.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Book</SE1><narrator>:"If you have the time to lecture others, maybe you should spend more time with your daughter instead."
()||<黑点1>:
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑点2><BIN>644</BIN>:Library, Beslan High School No. 1.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<BGM>2022_white_valentine_BGM2</BGM>:Anna returns to the library once again. This time, instead of heading towards the bookshelves, she makes a beeline for the librarian.
()<Speaker>Librarian</Speaker>||:Read the rules.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Right.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Librarian</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position><同时置暗>||:...This is the fine. Swipe your card there.
NPC-Ange(36)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...Isn't it supposed to be ten times the original price?
NPC-Ange(36)<Speaker>Librarian</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position><同时置暗>||:...Think about the price index back then and the price index these days. +Inflation, get it?
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:…Oh. +<color=#A9A9A9>There goes two months of pocket money.</color>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Anna walks up to the card machine dejectedly.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:A hand blocks the card slot. +Anna looks up. It's that woman again.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Take this and return it to the library.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Martha holds out a brand new copy of "Roadside Picnic"—the 1972 edition.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:If you don't, I'll report you. +For stealing from the library.
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...Why are you helping me?
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:I told you. I don't like owing people. +This is your payment for babysitting Sana.
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...Do you measure everything with money?
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(37)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:It's simpler that way.
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Take it. Or should I report you?
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Zipper</SE1><SE1>AVG_Creep</SE1>:Anna takes the book. She then opens her school bag, takes out the old battered copy, and places the new copy inside.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:...
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...I'm buying it.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Anna returns to the librarian with the old copy of "Roadside Picnic".
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...I found it.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Librarian</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position><同时置暗>||<BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:...Oh. Be more careful next time!
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Okay.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:The matter has been resolved, and it's time for Anna to go home. +But something seems to be bothering her.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||<BGM>Campaion-58-2</BGM>:<color=#A9A9A9>It's not like I care about her. I just feel sorry for Sana.</color>
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:She strolls down the aisle through rows and rows of bookshelves. +If this were Moscow, the bookshelves would have long since been replaced with metal ones, as there libraries whose bookshelves had collapsed under the weight of their heavy books. +But Beslan is just a small town, so things haven't changed since the day they were built. +The wooden bookshelves are covered in scratches, and half of the lights above the shelves are off to conserve energy. +Under the dim light, Anna glimpses the familiar figure again.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...I really think you should spend more time with her. +If you die, your daughter will be really upset. +And in this day and age, death is all too commonplace.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:...
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:Martha turns to glance at Anna. Her eyes are filled with quiet disdain.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Are you talking about Sana or yourself?
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:What do you mean?
NPC-Laplace(1)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:Let me guess—the gun was your dad's, and the book was your mom's?
NPC-Laplace(1);NPC-Ange(36)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...!
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(36)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:Just so we're clear, I didn't look you up deliberately. +As a teacher, it's compulsory for me to read my students' files.
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:...If you don't plan on reading the book, there's no point in keeping it.
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:The same goes for your gun. If you don't assemble it properly, it's just a useless piece of junk.
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...I just want them to stay the same.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:Nothing can stay the same forever.
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(37)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:Pages turn yellow; cartridges rust. +Even you won't stay 15 forever. What makes you think things can stay the same?
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...I can just die. +If I die now, I'll always be 15.
NPC-Laplace(1)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(37)<Position>0,-50</Position>||<BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:Pfft... +You want to die? +Hardly surprising. Most people are pretty suicidal these days.
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Don't lecture me about how to live!
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Then don't lecture me about how to be a mother.
NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...It was stupid of me to care.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(37)<Position>0,-50</Position>||<BGM>BGM_23S_Winter_Night</BGM>:If I were your mom, you'd make me tear out my hair.
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:If I were your daughter, you'd make ME tear out my hair.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(37)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:... +Pffft... You're such a strange kid.
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:You're no better yourself.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(37)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:Be grateful for the fact that you can grieve. That is a luxury in and of itself.
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Stop being so hoity-toity.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(37)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:Did you also talk like this to your parents?
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...No, I didn't talk to them.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:So now you regret it?
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:You only learn how to be a parent when you have a child. You don't learn how to be a parent and THEN have a child. +...By the time I realized I made for a poor mother, I was already one.
NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Life is full of misfortunes. A single moment can render everything else meaningless. +But that's just because your world is still too small.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:You have a new family now, don't you? +Armin is a good brother.
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...It's far more likely for you to be enemies than friends.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:True... +So why are you here wasting your time talking to an "enemy"?
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||<SE1>ClothingUp</SE1>:...Do you love Sana?
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:... +Why do you ask?
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:Everyone said I had a happy family, and what happened was simply unfortunate. +But there are many things that I'm not so sure about.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:...
NPC-Laplace(0);NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:I think they loved their career more than me.
NPC-Laplace(1)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>||<BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:Pfft. Who's to say you won't end up being the same in the future?
NPC-Laplace(1);NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...
NPC-Laplace(1)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>||:Let's make a bet.
NPC-Laplace(1);NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:What kind of bet?
NPC-Laplace(1)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>;NPC-Ange(33)<Position>0,-50</Position>||<BGM>BGM_23S_Winter_Night_Bayan_Version</BGM>:I bet you'll be an adventurer when you grow up.
NPC-Laplace(1);NPC-Ange(33)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...
NPC-Laplace(1)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Human history is a large roller coaster that goes up and down endlessly. The passengers riding the roller coaster wear different clothes, bring along different luggage, and speak in different jargon. +The way I see it, what sets each passenger apart is how they behave on this mysterious journey. +Only an adventurer has the courage to enjoy the ride.
NPC-Laplace(1);NPC-Ange(37)<Speaker>Anna</Speaker><Position>0,-50</Position>||:...Speak plainly.
NPC-Laplace(0)<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:...Good thing I'm not your Russian teacher.
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Creep</SE1><黑屏2><BIN>9</BIN>:Under the dim light above a bookshelf, two people who aren't exactly friends are sitting side by side... +Reading a book that is neither a recent hit nor a classic.
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()<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>648</BIN><SE1>AVG_20Winter_Book</SE1>:...In 500 years, the squabbles between the East and the West will be as pointless as the Wars of the Roses. Who are we to think we can end it all?
()<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Book</SE1>:When the planet is rendered arid by an artificial poison, the very air is contaminated, and humans are getting sick and dying in spades, I do not see how the human spirit, which is so dependent on the wellbeing of our flesh, can cherish freedom, respect others' rights, and realize its greatest potential—love.
()<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_20Winter_Book</SE1>:When all human morality, our very sense of good and evil, is utterly lost, I do not see any hope in saving humanity.
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||<BIN>648</BIN><bg_move>%%pivot_x=0.5%%pivot_y=0.5%%scale=1.3%%duration=2%%</bg_move>:...
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:The Wars of the Roses?
()<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:At least read some Shakespeare.
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:My mother was a Russian teacher.
()<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:...
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:But in my old school, a teacher's kid can never be a straight-A student. My fate was practically sealed.
()<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:Don't worry. Your mom wouldn't blame you.
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:... +Why?
()<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:As a Russian teacher, she must've known since day one that you have zero literary talent.
()<Speaker>Anna</Speaker>||:... +Do I not have any talent at all?
()<Speaker>Martha</Speaker>||:...You have good shooting form.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||:...
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><narrator><BIN>644</BIN>:... +I'm planning to leave this place with Sana. +Then it'll be really hard for us to talk, no? +We'll have to use codenames. +Hm... Then you're Laplace's Demon, a monster of science. +Ha! Then you're Abaddon, the Angel of Death.
()<Speaker></Speaker>||<SE1>AVG_Rain_Heavy</SE1><common_effect>%%code=NoiseVideo%%wait=1%%</common_effect>:
()<Speaker>????</Speaker>||<白屏2><SE1>Stop_AVG_loop</SE1><BIN>641</BIN><BGM>BGM_Empty</BGM>:No matter how many times you lose your memory, no matter how the people around you present themselves, you never change your mind. +I expected nothing less from my student.
()<Speaker>???</Speaker>||:You don't seem to know her well enough.
()<Speaker>????</Speaker>||:I'm very sorry, but the time we spent as teacher and student was far too short.
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()<Speaker></Speaker>||<黑屏2><BIN>655</BIN><narrator><SE1>AVG_2023Slow_WN_Phonograph_Disc</SE1>:Dear Meitner, I went to the Millions of Roses again. They've stocked some new records. I'll go pick some out later and send them over. +As I busy myself with work every day, I often find myself reminiscing about the time we spent traveling after we graduated, about the joy of exploring different countries. We met people from different cultures with different ways of thinking—such interesting days those were. +By the way, word has it that Germany is about to experience a new technological boom. Apparently, a very capable and talented man is about to take over an important post. I wonder if you've heard of the name Rudolf von Oberstein. If this intrigues you, do try to get in touch with him. +Blackwell, Berlin, 2051.
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