(radio memory)
[The memory begins softly - the unfamiliar voice of a young girl, plaintive and frightened.]
Are we...not human?
[The voice that answers is, unmistakably, Kurayami's - but calm, gentle, detached, perhaps a little melancholy at most. The tone of an authority figure.]
Nobody knows what we are. For now, we call ourselves the [
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Do you recognize this? Is this a memory like the rest?
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I'm sorry you're getting hit with this like everyone else.
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The broadcasts...they're all real, aren't they. Whatever happened to her, I...I was part of it...
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I don't even know her name.
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I know, but I still feel like I should remember her. She was...important.
[She pauses. Things are falling into place in her head.]
I think she was getting her wings...
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[He says that only to comfort her, since he knows how she feels about the past]
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...I hope so.
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