Chapter 23Above all the noise of the city, above the song of traffic, the tuneful whistles of traffic lights, the conversation of commuters heading towards long, lonely trains out into Saitama and beyond, the figure with the wild hair looked up with their one remaining eye and tried to ascertain their next move.
“She’s gone,” came words from behind them, accusatory and spiteful.
They did not turn, remaining with their head lifted to the starlit darkness.
“Don’t you care?” the child’s voice came once more, full of frustration and anger. After all, hadn’t she always obeyed the rules? Hadn’t she been the one to articulate their findings together, to tell the stories of that which they were told. All the other girl, her wayward sister, needed to do was to watch them unfold, to observe the d
