Baby doll, like always, sits on the shelf leaning against the wall with the eyes open wide.
S feels a dumb gaze and turns his head towards it.

S Do you want to converse with me?
B ……….
S Just it is said, not definite so I want to ask, but do you come to ones who throw
themselves on Diabo*1, or messenger of the inferno?
B Neither.

B smirks.

B What are you?
S I’m Sanity, so to speak, the supervisor protecting the owner who has this body.
B But your owner wanted to see Diabo once.
S To control such things is one of my very tasks.
B Well, I’m wondering if. Take that cup of water.

B casts a dumb glance.

S What if?
B I’ll just test whether you really have the abilities to guard your owner.

S drinks up the water.

B Well, some humans say there is nothing different between a death of a rat and that of a human. Doesn’t your owner also have such a thought?
S Seems so. According to Raison*2. Yet I don’t think my companies take care of rats.

B sighs.

B How far could any be dependable on doubtful hearsay, Raison. Your owner is a writer, besides, longing for if to be gifted with a genius, can’t you see the very fact made me?
S I’m not such a fool. Only now did I get who you are. But now to support for my
owner to keep being a writer…..Moreover, I felt that I heard a voice of…… Was
it only my imagination?
B Recent was, the water of lapse.
S You will……

S stamps the ground with slurring, at the same time begins to thank B vacantly.

B Come now, you may go. No need to be distressed from now on. You already know all was traded by your owner’s Will. But if you all want to come back someday, who can really say? The chances are just about thirty percent, it is said.

S, Raison and their body, trudge along the path where rays come through.
B leans against the wall with the eyes open wide, gnawed at an arm by a rat, with a
smirk.

*1 Diabo Portuguese. Means Devil.
*2 Raison French. Means reason.

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