While Sphinx used the Greek myth of Oedipus to describe their mission, Shibazaki thought the myth of Atlas was more fitting.
They were so young, just on the cusp of adulthood, but not quite there yet. Still as the two spoke, he could see the way their shoulders hung with an invisible weight. They were nothing to the rest of society, but their personal world, the one composed of experiments and children who died too soon, depended on them to survive on in the hearts of others. That responsibility was laced in every movement, every breath of theirs.
And just like that, suddenly they were gone and that girl now carried that burden.
From the start she had been a frail thing. All skin and bones, clothing stuck out on the sharp edges of her body. He had never been good with children, but for some reason he felt an obligation to check up on her for an hour or two every month. Most of the time she wouldn't speak a word, yet he still felt obligated to come back again and again and again. Maybe it was because he felt guilty for being a fairly absent figure in his own daughter's life, or maybe he just wanted to pursue this case until it reached its proper end. Regardless he found himself involved with Lisa Mishima more than he had imagined.
One day she came to him with a worn notebook and shaky words that spoke of carrying on Sphinx's legacy. There was no reason for him to concern with this, but as he looked at those brown eyes, he found himself accepting the weight of the along side her.
Perhaps it was only the logical thing. She was still young and lacked the strength to carry this alone. If the two Sphinx's had burdened themselves with this mission, then they could bear it for the last leg of this journey. They'd work until these ghosts could be put to rest