“Or you can take the fragment. You can remember everything. Every moment of the twelve thousand years. Every face of every Shade you killed that was once a human being. And you can use that memory to break the cycle. To restore the Gestalts. To bring back the humans.”
The book’s eye swiveled to her, and its tone softened, almost imperceptibly. “Child, I am going to attempt to prevent him from getting us all killed. A distinction he refuses to acknowledge.”
“The library does not contain the cure. The cure was never written.” NieR Replicant ver122474487139
Nier backed away until he hit the wall. His sword was on his belt. He didn’t draw it. “You’re lying.”
Today, the well in the village center had run dry. Not of water—water was still a brackish, grey trickle—but of hope. The merchants hadn’t come in two weeks. The last vial of medicine sat on the windowsill, its blue liquid glowing faintly. “Or you can take the fragment
“Big brother, you’re staring again.”
She smiled, and her silver eyes held no fear. Only love. Every face of every Shade you killed that
“I know, for example,” said a voice as dry as old parchment and twice as arrogant, “that the Baron’s library is guarded by a Shade the size of a house that sings. Not metaphorically. It actually vocalizes at a frequency that liquefies the inner ear. A fact I have mentioned fourteen times.”