“What? You think we’ll be disposed of?”
There was a cold silence after I said that.
“Saki, didn’t we talk about this at summer camp too?” Maria asked, her face pale.
“We did. I think we did. I can’t remember anything specific though. I hit a wall or something when I pursue that train of thought,” Satoru said. “But I do remember talking to Saki about it. And also everyone else too. Around the campfire. X agreed with what I said then.”
Satoru was pushing on his temples with both palms as if trying to get rid of a horrible headache.
“Stop! I don’t want to listen to this any more. We shouldn’t be talking about this! We’re violating the Code of Ethics!” Mamoru screamed hysterically.
This was the first time I had ever seen him lose control like that.
“Alright. Calm down,” Maria put her arms around him and patted him soothingly. “Let’s drop it. …okay, you two?” she glared at us.
The magic mirror projected its image onto the dark planks of the fence.
Satoru and Maria were silent for a moment. Mamoru had gone home already, saying that he felt sick.
“What do you think?” I pressed.
Satoru finally spoke. “Um. …it’s pretty crude, but I think that’s because the creator was a beginner at using their cantus.”
“Yeah, it’s basically the same as what we did for our assignment,” Maria agreed.