[There's a heavy pause here. But despite the silence, images flicker through the link. Images of a beautiful princess with buntails standing in the middle of devastation. Images of her walking among corpses. Images of her looming over Tsukuyomi's fading body.]
No one should be trusted with that kind of power. The power to save the world? Bullshit.
[The words from Tsukuyomi start to grow weaker and distant, in the distance the sound of an alarm ringing, dragging him away from dreams.]
Princesses aren't God's gift to the world. They are the devil's gift.
Not again. Never again. I'll erase her before anyone ever hears of her again.
...If ... else fails... just erase... even myself...
[The sound grows stronger making him wake up, leaving only a lingering thought behind, until he falls asleep again.]
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No one should be trusted with that kind of power. The power to save the world? Bullshit.
[The words from Tsukuyomi start to grow weaker and distant, in the distance the sound of an alarm ringing, dragging him away from dreams.]
Princesses aren't God's gift to the world. They are the devil's gift.
Not again. Never again. I'll erase her before anyone ever hears of her again.
...If ... else fails... just erase... even myself...
[The sound grows stronger making him wake up, leaving only a lingering thought behind, until he falls asleep again.]
Ami-chan.