He guessed, his tone utterly certain:
"I get it. You brainwashed my second aunt."
"You tampered with her Remembrance, making her think you were her teammate. Well, well, so this was what you had been waiting for!" He wore an expression as though he had seen through everything.
"..." Dahlia kept smiling, but her smile seemed to freeze for a tenth of a second.
She took a light breath, then said unhurriedly, with a faint but indisputable threat in her voice:
"If you interrupt me again, today's viewing ends here. Whatever you want to know can stay buried."
"Fine, go on." Yan Huan curled his lip and lay back against the soft sofa.
On the screen, Firefly and Dahlia moved through the dim ruins of the dream, eventually finding the entrance to a dark crimson corridor steeped in oppression. They exchanged a glance and slipped inside without a sound.
Deep within the corridor, blue crow corpses lay scattered across the floor, their feathers disheveled and utterly lifeless.
Firefly crouched down to inspect them, somewhat surprised.
"Judging by the traces nearby, [Death] did this. But they... actually died?" She held a finger above one crow's corpse, sensing the completely silent Memoria within.
"Your guess was right," Dahlia analyzed beside her.
"It's just that these birds were unwelcome in another dream." Her words carried a deeper implication.
Firefly looked up at her curiously. "You've seen them?"
"I have."
"But that makes this all the more intriguing. The result is completely opposite to what I expected." She looked thoughtful.
"Oh, right, there's something important I seem never to have asked—" She suddenly turned toward Firefly, an unusual curve appearing at the corner of her lips.
"Do you want to die with me?"
"...?" Firefly froze for a moment, a flicker of astonishment flashing