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They wait, anxious, hopeful, enjoying every second of each other’s presence. F-fuck! You’d bet that even the Pink Kyubey is crying. This is it, the evolution of those Brazillian Novellas that left you dry- the real deal. But under your refined palate for drama you do feel it, and it’s hard to deny: true, very real pain, the real deal again.
λ Sana: …!
A blast of light. Sana disappears, the Uwasa disappears, the bus disappears- even if for just a moment. And when everything is back,
λ Uwasa Sana: Nemu-san… Nemu-san did it!
Sana looks, well… honestly? Creepy as fuck. But her sincere joy makes her current form very bearable. Even though her voice is now very robotic, as if she was choking on an old school audio equalizer.
λ Uwasa Sana: We have to go back, Ai-san…!
This 2D weird-looking Sana can’t face sideways, but she’s doing her very best to reach the bus. Back then, Sana and Ai had been fused in order to deal with a foe of their own creation- and the result was this amalgamations of many wild colors. Ai-san is inside Sana’s consciousness, lending the Magical Girl her power- as it fades over time. The door to the bus folds open- and Sana finally hops back into it.
λ Uwasa Sana: Driver-san, please… take us back to Osaka!
And the driver-san obliges.
