"Before you came, I had imagined today's story beginning with 'our encounter' and ending with the 'custom Login Device,' culminating in an excellent script."
"But what I never expected was that every step you took after arriving would be beyond my expectations."
"Whether it was creating illusions for the exhibits, or refining the crystal pen, or the birth of its new trait... all of it was causing this excellent script to transform toward a perfect script!"
Benbo spoke with dramatic rises and falls in his voice, his tone like a narrator on a theater stage.
His wings flapped, and the wind struck the walls with a thump-thump-thump drumbeat, as though it too were accompanying Benbo's recitation.
After that impassioned speech, Benbo's tone abruptly shifted into a low, plaintive murmur.
"Perfect scripts are rare, and transforming one is exceedingly difficult."
"Even with all the twists and turns in today's plot, it is still one move short of becoming a perfect script."
Benbo's recitation paused there, his gaze fixed tightly on Angel.
Angel: "..."
Although Angel had never performed in a stage play, he seemed to understand what Benbo meant: Was he being asked to pick up the scene?
The drumbeat began again.
Though Angel found it somewhat embarrassing, he still adjusted his bow tie, cleared his throat, and said in the same declamatory tone, "And what move is it lacking?"
Satisfaction appeared in Benbo's horizontal pupils. He gets it!
Then Benbo continued in his affected tone, "What it lacks, of course, is a perfect ending."
"What sort of ending can be called perfect?" Angel continued the painfully awkward act.
Benbo gave a strange laugh. "The suspected discovery of a new trait is the climax of the script. But this trait has yet to be verified, and that is the suspense left