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“Or,” Weiss said, very quietly, “it was never an error. And the world has been lying to you since the day you were born.” The journey back to the village took two days. The sky darkened from amber to bruised purple. A storm was coming, the kind that made the Shades bold. Nier didn’t speak. He held the crimson book against his chest like a second heart.

“Unless the original Gestalt was never gone,” Kainé finished, her hand on her sword. She was looking at Nier. “Unless he’s been standing right here the whole time.” NieR Replicant ver122474487139

“You’re humming,” Kainé said, not looking up. “Or,” Weiss said, very quietly, “it was never an error

The library was not a building. It was a crater. At its center, a spiral of stone shelves descended into darkness, each shelf crammed with waterlogged tomes, scrolls, and clay tablets. And at the bottom, in a pool of stagnant water, sat the Shade. A storm was coming, the kind that made the Shades bold

“What happens now?” he asked, his voice hollow.

Nier felt the world tilt. He looked down at his own hands. The hands that had killed a hundred Shades. The hands that had held Yonha when she cried. The hands that were warm, real, calloused.

Because he already knew what he had to do. And he already knew it would destroy him.