"Another self..."
Annan chuckled: "It's referring to you."
"How do you know the task isn't referring to you?"
The dark Annan sneered.
The girl with long, straight hair, arms crossed, looked towards Annan with a mocking smile: "Perhaps... you are the superfluous one?"
"No one is superfluous."
Annan spoke softly: "We need each other, we validate each other."
"That sounds nice."
The dark Annan sighed, dispirited: "But in the end, it's just pity.
"Palliative care, is it? Or coming with flowers to mourn with wine?"
"Your words... are too saddening."
Annan laughed lightly: "As if I came specially to visit your grave."
"Isn't it the case?"
The girl retorted.
Annan revealed a crisp smile: "Of course!"
While speaking, he extended his hand to the dark Annan: "I'm here to take you away from here—the correct statement would be this."
"...Heh."
The girl remained silent for a while, sighed: "Worthy of being me.
"Do you need help, another me?"
"Please help me!"
