"Um..." Alice stared at the clothes Amon had never changed in her memory for a moment, then cautiously said, "Actually, I've always had a question I wanted to ask..."
Amon raised an eyebrow without speaking, merely watching her with a smile.
Alice tightened her grip on the vine slightly. After pondering for a moment, she asked, "Do you... not change clothes?"
Amon fell into deep thought.
Such a down-to-earth way of thinking made Amon stiffen for a moment. After pondering briefly, He asked, "Why would you think that?"
Alice blinked and replied, "Because every time you appear, you're dressed exactly the same. It feels like you never change clothes... Wouldn't they get dirty if you went that long without washing them?"
"Alice," Amon called out with an inscrutable expression, "you know what the King of Angels represents, don't you?"
Alice nodded.
"...Then why are you looking at this from that angle?" Amon looked at her curiously. "It's as if... as if Extraordinary Ability is no different in your eyes from a cup of ice cream you like."
"No." Alice shook her head.
Amon patiently awaited her performance.
Alice lightly kicked off the ground, sending the swing soaring. She flew into the sky along with it, yet did not fall back down with the swing—a pair of snow-white wings opened behind her back, keeping her suspended in midair.
"Sure enough, looking down on you from above feels much better..." Alice remarked. Tilting her head, she looked at Amon's expression and answered, "Actually, ice cream is a little more important."
Amon fell into deep thought.
Dream-Alice completely let herself go, shattering her body into sparkling light spots that drifted down onto the surrounding objects.
As Alice experienced the sensation of becoming the entire dream, she made the light spots emerge again and