"Since we've come this far, you might as well tell it all."
Black Annan chuckled lightly, utterly unconcerned by Annan's revelation of the truth.
She walked towards Annan.
And upon passing by Annan, she continued to the window behind him. Resting her hands on the windowsill of this "own home" of hers, she gazed blankly at the setting sun.
While she made her way to the window, she also perfectly blocked the evening light that was previously shining on Annan. The two who had been face-to-face now assumed positions back to back.
Annan, who had been cloaked in a halo of light, thus retreated into the darkness.
Annan did not turn his wheelchair around.
He simply maintained his posture with his back to the girl and closed his eyes on the wheelchair.
As Black Annan watched the sunset, Annan said softly, "A pained philosopher close to madness.
"This is actually a very clear intention.
