Green with bright, friendly "PR-department" smile, her movements flow, her face and whole body work to emote, voice with softness and joy, while Blue sits in still statue, with a "HR-management" look.
Beatrice looks to see while still holding onto Subaru. Watson backs off, still, she challenges them.
- You two are comparable to Eichmann and Mengele.
- Harsh comparisons, I've heard worse.
- You made us suffer, and for what? Your sickening curiosity!?
- We're here to test you on whether you deserve to go to heaven or not. Well… It's more like, we watched you torture yourself in this dream world.
- Heaven?
- God sent down two angels to fetch a team of heroes, and we just wanted if you truly are worthy as the lord says.
- And look at what you did, none of us deserve this.
- Your struggle with addiction earned you a fall like withdrawals, Beatrice here opens up to others with the help of Subaru's tendency to end his own life, his arrogance and self indulgence coupled with ungratefulness earns him the knowledge of what it feels like to be forgotten.
In all honesty? You should be grateful! If it weren't for us, who knows what will happen to you should you continue with those beliefs.
- You're insane…
- It doesn't matter now does it, you're all going to heaven in the end, truly fortunate isn't it.
God really loves you so much that he made an exception, if you were to off yourself right here, right now, you wouldn't even get punished.
- The answer is no, thanks for the most wonderful pitch, but like pitch, it is completely devoid of light, so sit, listen to ditch pitch and realize that you're dismissed. Beatrice, get going, we're out.
- I don't think so. (The doors lock them in)
- You lich!
- Blasphemy, miss.
"When it was one mash of land, with one nash of man, the whole mass was ran under one master plan.
The reason? The mind which is one of Allah's best designs, set to stand the test of time. That is mine."
Miss Watson, there's no comeback from you, we have orders.
- If you want my comeback you'll have to scrape it from your mum's teeth. Good day.
Amelia goes to carry Subaru, Beatrice stands, still trying to open the door, Watson stops and ask:
- Who are you ?
Green :
- I am the city, I am the church, the tower, the garden, mother of all.
Blue :
- Father.
Watson shakes the door, still not able to open. Green with pity :
- You'll give up eventually, we'll follow you, we'll hunt you down, we'll take everything away from you, all your efforts will be for naught, and in the end, you'll take your own life.
Blue comes to open the door for her. They go through and it closes.
- What a complete waste of time.
- Stubbornness will only contribute to their fall. Too bad we can't eliminate them.
(She sighs, leans back, kicks)
Of all the people, why'd you think they chose them?
- I don't know.
- You have all the variables, yet you cannot give me an answer?
- We shall not question judgment, we follow orders, simple as.
Watson lies along with Subaru and Beatrice in an old house, Watson wakes then shakes to wake others, only Bea stands, they start packing, rush in pacing, checking themselves for injuries, finding all the baggage. Watson puts Subaru on her shoulders and back, back to carriage, Beatrice carries baggage on, struggling due to her small size.
"Almost evening."
Green's notes echoes while they're getting ready to leave, Watson shakes and skates; hearing, fearing the bells, Subaru lies unconscious still with Bea's care, cherry blossom eternally shines in the back.
Carriage shakes, through rough face laced road, Watson fought as though she thought this ought her last out.
Green, on a piano inside the room, Blue sits next to :
"Straight out the sunken dungeons of 'Hel', where frail creatures won't make it, tell-...
...I don't know how to start this…Who-...Now!
Watson, I won't let settle as this om'let bet all her positions. Official, initials, on munitions.
Exclaim: 'Take aim, they came at A-M!'. Aflame the Dow, and NASDAQ, see with the cane I'm like that.
Cashback for Amtrak, now I want my cash back!
Vow! Pull that bull's nose and bulldoze this cheater that gleets and pleat receipts, excrete this 'neet' back to Crete.
Sheathe lead, Macbeth's meth head led it drops deep as it does in my breath,
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death.
Ahead, a head, don't fret, we've just met.
'Set' set the set, bet the jets, Feds let nets get the debts.
Fine, the blind grind their kind, find the kind intertwined, hind in a bind, kind of confined.
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined:
Nothing's equivalent to a euphoric state of mind."
