"Hahahahaha!" Gallagher suddenly burst out laughing, making Sunday frown across from him.
"You've got guts. Impressive! Not bad-I underestimated you..." Gallagher took two steps forward and stood before Sunday, looking down at the head of the Oak Family. "I admire you. But so what? Does that prove I killed your sister?"
"It proves you and the Memory Zone Meme 'Death' are birds of a feather-that is enough."
Sunday looked at Gallagher, his gaze turning dangerous. "Listen carefully. I don't care how you did it... There is only one thing I care about now, one question I want answered-"
Sunday's voice grew increasingly strained and furious. He practically forced the remaining words through gritted teeth; it would have come as no surprise if he punched Gallagher the very next second:
"You bastard, you damned stray dog! Why did you kill her?!"
But in the end, Sunday did not strike.
Gallagher looked at him and scoffed, then slowly walked back and sat down on the sofa...
"Those caught in the thick of things lose sight of the truth-people can't see the sand in their eyes. They only know it's there."
The fabricated security officer took out a lighter and held one hand above the dancing flame. His shadow stretched into the light like some strange, writhing appendage.
"Want an answer? I can give you one. It's all because of damned fate and its cruel games."
Almost the instant Gallagher finished speaking, a shadow abruptly stretched and grew. A dark shape gradually emerged, and a broad Wingblade pierced Sunday's chest in an instant.
A moment later, the Oak Family head's upright figure fell, shattering into countless Memory Bubbles that dissipated in midair.
Something Unto Death's enormous body appeared there and let out a roar at Gallagher. The sound was strange and grating, but