Sandora and I sat side by side. In front of us, Viska was clutching her head and wriggling restlessly. Pandora sat expressionlessly some distance away, eyes closed as she entered Standby Mode. Only the occasional "beep" from her gave away that the girl was still awake.
Ding Dang lay drowsily at the edge of my shirt pocket. She rubbed her eyes and burrowed back inside, muttering as she went, "Good night, A Jun... Don't button it up..."
She had completely turned that pocket into her second home.
"How do you feel now?" I stroked Viska's hair, which she had already mussed into a complete mess herself, and asked with concern. "Still dizzy?" "I'm fine now." Viska's catlike eyes were gradually turning into spirals as she let out a long yawn. "Brother, Brother, I want to sleep." This was the biological clock Older Sister had adjusted for her. Children who went to bed when it was time were so well-behaved. Unfortunately, Viska probably could not sleep that early today.
Though it was a ridiculous and downright awful line of reasoning, I had to make the connection: three wrecks of Imperial starships powerful enough to roast, fry, boil, and stew Earth had just exploded on Viska Bastion Star. The blast had not been blocked by the Starship Shield or interception systems in the slightest; it had hit the Bastion Star itself head-on. Strictly speaking, Viska Bastion Star was the cat-eyed little sister in front of me. In other words, she had basically taken three main-gun hits to the head. Despite the Bastion Star's astonishing defenses, the attack had only made her smash the furniture in front of her with a loud crash, but I was still worried whether the girl might suffer some aftereffects—her brain had never exactly been normal to begin