"Wait!" Will screamed, stopping Alice. "What good does this do you?"
"I'm happy," Alice replied with a smile as she stopped what she was doing.
"...Let's talk," Will said in an indescribable tone. "Let me be born peacefully. I won't interfere with you, and you don't do anything reckless either, okay?"
"But," Alice replied thoughtfully, "Don't you think this period of staying in amniotic fluid is especially boring?"
"No, thank you!" Will rejected Alice's goodwill without hesitation.
Alice regretfully put away her dagger and answered in a slightly more serious manner, "But I think Fate really wants the two of us to fight to the death right now and determine a winner."
"...So you're that eager to die with me?" Will asked, finding it difficult to understand.
"No." Alice shook her head. "That's mainly because I think I won't be able to beat you if you're born."
Will suddenly didn't know what to say.
After all, He couldn't possibly promise that He wouldn't do anything after being born, could He? Let alone Alice, even if she called Aaron from outside the door, he wouldn't believe it.
"Besides," Alice said as she looked at Will thoughtfully, "I think it might already be too late."
"What do you mean?" Will suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Um..." Alice frowned as she organized her thoughts. "Have you heard of Amon?"
"...What did you do?" Will asked uneasily.
"Oh," Alice explained with a smile, "it was like this: I told Amon that He was the second Angel who wanted to kill me, so He asked who the first was and why they wanted to kill me..."
"?" Will made no sound, but the image in the mirror trembled.
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