Story Reader / Floating Record / ER02 Cinder Burns

The dead life has decayed. I exult over its decay, because from this I know that it has not been empty.

The baby's glass cradle is clear for people to look through at any time and made to be broken at any time. It is under good protection.

If anything, an ordinary person is exactly the type that would fall on the wrong side of justice, since they've got nothing that would help them land on the right side of it.

It seems like a piece of memory buried deep inside his body.

That thing is more than a Ponzi scheme. There's gambling, and it can really eat you and your family up whole.

Our path to the future is full of dead fire of life.

if you still think what I did was wrong many, many years from now, then remember to never do what I did, okay?

If life is a fire that will eventually lead to death, the boy will definitely choose to burn out than freeze out.

When I come across a beggar, I do not give him alms. I have no wish to give alms. I stand above those alms-givers. For him I have only disgust, suspicion, and hate. When I become a beggar, I do not receive alms. I do not see any wish to give alms. I only receive disgust, suspicion, and hate from the one who stands above those alms-givers.

There is nowhere to find him in the carriage full of light.

I'm sorry. Forgive me... then forget all of this. We'll start again, and we'll make up then.

Shrek? I think that name has to be associated with some ogreish monster! But I suppose there's nothing wrong with calling you a "monster" when you're the Construct the Ascendants are "feeding" in a jail cell.

What's beyond the grave?

Naughty children need to be disciplined.

Don't be the fools who burned the books to stay warm.

Every life on Asslam—privileged or poor—is dissolving like an ice cube amidst fire, wailing and roaring in despair.

You thought those who mistake a deer for a horse are stupid, but that's their cleverest trick. People who tell the truth... are often the first to die.

The kid who wanted to become a hero is now a sinner, responsible for hurting innocent people.

People only throw their names away when they want to forget their past. Are you one of these people?

Winter does not take, for some would light fires with their souls.

Despite the scars all over his body and the constraint that makes him hard to move, all his memories are back, and he is no longer lost.

Please allow me to keep the sorrows of the past. Please forgive me for being helplessly ordinary. Please let my heart die when it's still alive... For these are things that drive me forward.

Death and decay already arrived. Grass was burned down to ash on the ground. Sparks of the fire bring about fireflies, guiding the survivor to the future.