Joy:...
Listening to that familiar voice—brazen and shameless as ever—Joy felt even Joy's memories beginning to blur.
That way of speaking was very much like Sin's, and just as much like Pain's!
Joy had never expected those two to have reached such a high degree of unity.
Suffering and Joy stared at each other for several seconds. Then Joy suddenly slammed a hand heavily against Joy's chest.
A stream of purplish-black air burst forth at once, turning into mist that coiled around Joy.
Enough with your backseat driving. Don't you know how troublesome it is for me to interpret your things?!
Shut up!
Inside the Black Box, Death's body jolted at Joy's action, and Death's expression turned exceedingly grim.
This was bad. Joy was about to start acting willfully again. In Joy's current state, how could Joy possibly stand against Pain?
Boom!!!
Death smashed a fist heavily into the Black Box, producing an explosive roar, as if Death wanted to flip the entire Black Box open by force.
Death was beginning to regret not agreeing to Sin's proposal back then: for the final round of the game, those inside the Black Boxes should have been allowed to come out as well.
Wagering games were indeed what Joy excelled at most, but what had just happened had actually had little to do with wagering anymore. Death should have been there!
Thinking of this, Death threw another heavy punch at the Black Box before Death.
Boom!
Yet in the end, Death still retained a measure of reason. If Death alone forcibly broke the rules of the game, there might be problems with the contingencies they had arranged beforehand as well.
Death took several heavy steps back and sat down in Death's chair again.
Although Death had told Sin before that Death had