Lynn told her that simple story in a very calm voice.
It was about how two souls, neither tainted by the filth of the Dark World, had drawn closer little by little. There were no grand, dazzling passages, only an extraordinary purity.
From the days they had spent together after defeat, to loss and reunion.
Those days had been so brief, as brief as a play that quietly faded from the stage.
"When you've been lonely for a long time and finally meet someone who can enter that empty heart of yours, it doesn't really matter what they're like. They're bound to leave a mark on your heart, whether it's a vivid splash of color or just a faint trace."
Lynn glanced sideways at her.
"But that would still be the only color there, wouldn't it?"
The roar of trains seemed to echo in his ears again.
They sped past.
Carrying shadows of days that would never return.
And what he told her was just such an ordinary, fleeting story.
Silver Fantasy listened in a daze.
Yet she didn't know why that irrational mass of chaos within her consciousness was also sending her waves of something called "emotion" as the story unfolded.
There seemed to be warmth and passion in it, and she could feel the serenity beneath the laughter. It seemed it should have brought joy.
But what came instead were waves of sadness.
She didn't know why she felt that way, that confused sensation, as though so very many things had happened.
At last, she asked him:
"What happened after that?"
Lynn said nothing more.
He closed his eyes and put on his Plague Doctor Mask. As the clasps clicked shut, it was as though he had stepped back into the shadows.
"What happened after that is what