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Etude of the Frog Taking Shelter From the Rain | Chapter 7
Chapter 6 << | index | >> Chapter 8
Snow & White: Yay, yay, it’s raining!
Snow: Pitter patter! We love it when it rains!
White: Dribble drop! Figaro, you should play with us in the rain!
Figaro: I’m afraid I will refrain. You two are so carefree; how nice.
Snow: Ohoho. We’re children, after all.
White: Figaro, you are too smart for your own good. You efficiently, watchfully, and conveniently huddle close to your favorite things.
It’s not that you’re devoid of love; you’ve simply lived too smartly for too long without purpose. That’s why you’re quick to give up.
You take just the sweet meat of the fruit and spit out the seeds immediately; you cut ties and say goodbye and move on from one place to another.
Figaro: How rude, Sir White. That’s not true at all.
Snow: You’re wrong. You’ve always been too quick to categorize. You suggested we turn Oz to stone the very first time you met him.
Figaro: I did say that. I sure did say that......
White: And when we told you about Mitile’s prophecy, you told Tiretta not to give birth to him, and she was horribly pissed at you.
Figaro: I did say that. I sure did say that......
Snow: And when Oz became attached to Arthur, you suggested we turn him to stone early on to prevent him from becoming Oz’s weakness.
Figaro: I did say that. I sure did say that......
White: That is why you have trouble trusting your own heart when love is born within it. Even though you’re really a lonely, gentle child.
Snow: You’re just a fool who has gotten used to his good fortune. You’ve always been loved and relied on in every era, in every place; that’s why you don’t understand the value of love.
Figaro: ....... Ahaha...... Now you’re just talking about yourself, Sir Snow.
Snow: Am I?
Figaro: You didn’t understand the value of love, and that’s why you turned your dearest beloved into stone with your own two hands.
Figaro: You must think you’re a fool as well. My opinion on the matter is, well — welcome to my side.
So how do you like the taste of loneliness? Are you enjoying it? Want me to teach you the right way to savor it?
Snow: .........
Figaro.
White: Stop it, Snow! Figaro, you shouldn’t pick fights on impulse. And you are not alone, Snow.
Figaro: He is. Because you no longer exist in this world.
White: .........
Snow: Figaro. Looks like it’s time for some punishment. You love punishment, after all.
Figaro: ..........
Well why don’t you give it a try, then? You’re just some old crock who has lost his other half; you can’t do anything.
White: Aah, geez, fine, do as you please! No matter which one of you turns to stone, you’ll be coming along with me. ....Hm?
(Rustle)
Figaro: ....Woah....! What is this!?
Snow: Wah....! A bug!?
White: Bleh....! It’s a swarm of bugs! They’re coming from that little box over there......
Figaro: ....There’s writing on the box.... This is......
"The Finest Reward for Chloros" ......?
✦✧☾✧✦
Rutile: Sir Sage! Mister Leno, Mister Bradley!
Akira: Rutile, Mitile! And Mithra too. You’re all safe.
Mitile: Sir Sage, we found a strange sign that said, "The House of Chloros, My Brave and Beautiful Friend."
Akira: Chloros......
Snow: So you found something too. We found a strange little box.
White: It said "The Finest Reward for Chloros." Though all it contained was bugs.
Figaro: Looks like the bottom of the box generates sweet nectar to attract bugs.
Lennox: Dr. Figaro......
Mitile: This place reminds me of the frog rearing box that we had back at school. There’s clean water, and it’s raining.....
Bradley: Frogs? I haven’t seen a single frog around here.
Lennox: Chloros is the frog. This water garden was made to find Chloros.
Mithra: Do you know something about it?
Lennox nods, and surveys the strange garden of rain.
Lennox: This garden was made by a wizard named Colin.
I met Colin while I was traveling the world in search of someone.
He, too, was searching for someone. He was looking for....
Rutile: ....Chloros the frog?
Lennox: Yes.
The endless sound of rain plays in the background as Lennox, his eyes gentle, tells us a story of the past.
Chapter 6 << | index | >> Chapter 8
Snow & White: Yay, yay, it’s raining!
Snow: Pitter patter! We love it when it rains!
White: Dribble drop! Figaro, you should play with us in the rain!
Figaro: I’m afraid I will refrain. You two are so carefree; how nice.
Snow: Ohoho. We’re children, after all.
White: Figaro, you are too smart for your own good. You efficiently, watchfully, and conveniently huddle close to your favorite things.
It’s not that you’re devoid of love; you’ve simply lived too smartly for too long without purpose. That’s why you’re quick to give up.
You take just the sweet meat of the fruit and spit out the seeds immediately; you cut ties and say goodbye and move on from one place to another.
Figaro: How rude, Sir White. That’s not true at all.
Snow: You’re wrong. You’ve always been too quick to categorize. You suggested we turn Oz to stone the very first time you met him.
Figaro: I did say that. I sure did say that......
White: And when we told you about Mitile’s prophecy, you told Tiretta not to give birth to him, and she was horribly pissed at you.
Figaro: I did say that. I sure did say that......
Snow: And when Oz became attached to Arthur, you suggested we turn him to stone early on to prevent him from becoming Oz’s weakness.
Figaro: I did say that. I sure did say that......
White: That is why you have trouble trusting your own heart when love is born within it. Even though you’re really a lonely, gentle child.
Snow: You’re just a fool who has gotten used to his good fortune. You’ve always been loved and relied on in every era, in every place; that’s why you don’t understand the value of love.
Figaro: ....... Ahaha...... Now you’re just talking about yourself, Sir Snow.
Snow: Am I?
Figaro: You didn’t understand the value of love, and that’s why you turned your dearest beloved into stone with your own two hands.
Figaro: You must think you’re a fool as well. My opinion on the matter is, well — welcome to my side.
So how do you like the taste of loneliness? Are you enjoying it? Want me to teach you the right way to savor it?
Snow: .........
Figaro.
White: Stop it, Snow! Figaro, you shouldn’t pick fights on impulse. And you are not alone, Snow.
Figaro: He is. Because you no longer exist in this world.
White: .........
Snow: Figaro. Looks like it’s time for some punishment. You love punishment, after all.
Figaro: ..........
Well why don’t you give it a try, then? You’re just some old crock who has lost his other half; you can’t do anything.
White: Aah, geez, fine, do as you please! No matter which one of you turns to stone, you’ll be coming along with me. ....Hm?
(Rustle)
Figaro: ....Woah....! What is this!?
Snow: Wah....! A bug!?
White: Bleh....! It’s a swarm of bugs! They’re coming from that little box over there......
Figaro: ....There’s writing on the box.... This is......
"The Finest Reward for Chloros" ......?
✦✧☾✧✦
Rutile: Sir Sage! Mister Leno, Mister Bradley!
Akira: Rutile, Mitile! And Mithra too. You’re all safe.
Mitile: Sir Sage, we found a strange sign that said, "The House of Chloros, My Brave and Beautiful Friend."
Akira: Chloros......
Snow: So you found something too. We found a strange little box.
White: It said "The Finest Reward for Chloros." Though all it contained was bugs.
Figaro: Looks like the bottom of the box generates sweet nectar to attract bugs.
Lennox: Dr. Figaro......
Mitile: This place reminds me of the frog rearing box that we had back at school. There’s clean water, and it’s raining.....
Bradley: Frogs? I haven’t seen a single frog around here.
Lennox: Chloros is the frog. This water garden was made to find Chloros.
Mithra: Do you know something about it?
Lennox nods, and surveys the strange garden of rain.
Lennox: This garden was made by a wizard named Colin.
I met Colin while I was traveling the world in search of someone.
He, too, was searching for someone. He was looking for....
Rutile: ....Chloros the frog?
Lennox: Yes.
The endless sound of rain plays in the background as Lennox, his eyes gentle, tells us a story of the past.
Chapter 6 << | index | >> Chapter 8