[voice; accidental]

[thebattlepan]

...Mag?

[the sound of a door opening.]

Mag? Are you in here?

Was he... going somewhere...?

[the same door closes.]

Mag, where did you go?

...The other Gohl house...?

... [little sandal'd feet pit-patting.]

Comments

[shiphated]

Linear-san, is your friend gone...?

[thebattlepan]

Mag...

[shiphated]

He was from your home, wasn't he?

[thebattlepan]

Yes... He is my friend.

[shiphated]

...I hope he comes back soon.

[thebattlepan]

...Me too.

[shiphated]

A lot of people are leaving these days. Kuroba-san, the book club girl... My girlfriend is gone, too.

[thebattlepan]

...I hope they come back, too, then.

[shiphated]

...Thank you. You're actually nice, aren't you?

[thebattlepan]

...? I don't know.

[shiphated]

Never mind. I hope that, at least, their worlds are better than this one.

[thebattlepan]

...Mag would be happier at home.

[shiphated]

What's your world like?

[thebattlepan]

...There used to be people that lived with a lot of special things. Now, people like Mag adventure into dangerous ruins so people can understand the people of a long time ago better.

[shiphated]

Special things? It sounds like you're talking about some kind of technology or magic.

[thebattlepan]

...Technology, I think. But sometimes I hear people say "magic" too.