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“Do you want to see the stars?”
The child hears Angelica’s question, seemingly waiting for an answer from her. Both be wearing white plain clothing, with numbers associated upon the sleeves. The child been sulking with her knees close to her, while both were sitting in the corner of a dark uninspired room. There are also some ‘transparent ropes’ as Angelica calls it, attached in the back of their hands, and sometimes it hurts when they try to move around. The child appears to be long accustomed to this, however, Angelica pokes that they should not be.
With all the asking and waiting done, Angelica pokes the child’s cheek.
“[][][][][]?” Angelica calls her name.
“There’s nothing special about the stars…”
Angelica expects such an answer, but she won’t lie for being a little disappointed by it.
“They say stars can grant a wish… I hope you start believing by that, too.”
The child just thinks that Angelica is being whimsical again. She cannot just refute whatever she says, because she is taught that she must respect her older siblings.
Then, Angelica has another idea again.
“I have nothing but my sorrow, and I want nothing more…”
Angelica recites the same poem she always speak, and the child already memorizes each line. It is the lines she heard long ago. Even their faces have already been erased in her mind. But Angelica makes sure to recite it as she can, stringing memories even with the colors are gone.
If stars can grant a wish, it must be the reason they are ripped of freedom to breathe in the meadowlands they once were.
“…Because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in sheets
O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.”
Don Quixote cannot stop but express her tears, akin listening to the most heart wrenching ballad of all time. As on their way towards District 14, Don Quixote has found Meursault reading a sort of book, asking him to read it out loud—yet she does not quite understand—when Faust volunteered to translate it for them to hear.
“Young Faust! I am aware of thy tremendous knowledge, but it amazes me endlessly how wide as sea thy repertoire is!”
A quaint smile appears upon Faust’s lips and Dante can tell how pleased she is upon hearing it. However, Dante knows there is something more than that smile, especially when those hazy memories suddenly surfaced unto his mind.
Stars.
And Angelica.
Nevertheless, Faust’s turn will be soon.
Everything can wait.