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Your controller was right: KALEIDOSCOPE has eluded the Weeping Eye's gaze. To them, he's simply a middle-aged man in a slightly inappropriate hooded sweatshirt.

He respects the idea of this love even if he would despise its reality.

He bites his lip, apprehensive.

One can only betray friends, the traitor has many.

Your controller was right: Yana has eluded the Weeping Eye's gaze. To them, she's simply a teenaged delinquent, skipping class for the day.

The shopgirl wearing headphones has closed her eyes. She must take this tram all the time.

Unfazed. Face like granite. The glasses help.

The slightest hesitation. Skirting around a secret.

He's genuinely perplexed.

And because he's tense, beneath it all. Finger on trigger tense.

Even before you ask the question, the outline of a name is forming, letter by letter.

You know a stonewall when you smack off one. He's waiting for you to put something together.

He's very fond of her.

He was hoping you could make sense of it.

Come straight to me. Never cross my path again. Both true at once.

He's rattled. And not used to the sound of rattling.

The end of that sentence sharpened to a point. Your friend asked for a single name.

Instinctively, he looks down, but tries to stop himself. It's almost like he's...

An uncharacteristic tension in his voice there.

But he's aware you're here.

No one is 'sensitive to moonlight'. He just thinks he looks cool.

Must be cataract glasses. He's visually impaired. Maybe mentally impaired also.

Behind the mask, she rolls her eyes at her friend -- 'Can you believe her?'

Through the mask, she's fixing you with an intense stare.

Last chance for peace, through gritted teeth.

Behind the mask, a death glare aimed in her friend's direction.

Pity on her face. The teenager pities you.

The man is a vision of comfort and security. Remember that move for later.

He smiles shyly as if this is a good thing.

The man is a vision of comfort and security. Remember that move for later.

His brows meet, then he smiles knowingly. He's about to tell you a secret.

The verge of a smirk. She likes watching your fingers flail.

Like it heard the question. Like it's thinking about it.

'What is it now, CASCADE?'. The lips of the dummy remain still, and yet, the voice continues. 'Why am I naked, CASCADE?'.

But the moment slips away. The lips of the dummy remain still.

Take that as a no.

Its expression, frozen in time -- helpless, but not distressed.

She says this pleasantly, her head cocked to the side.

It hadn't occurred to her that she would have a choice.

She does think he's real.

She smiles and ruffles her hair, trying to shake off the dream.

Horror in her eyes.

Rhetorical question. She's undecided but you won't be able to push her one way or the other.

A crease grows between her eyebrows, she blinks slowly. She doesn't remember.

Lying. She just doesn't want to talk to you about it because you were a dick.

She beams, red eyes sparkling.

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