The girl Kasha retreated a little from the wall, and the pilot, Shnemo, descended on her while holding her, saying: Why didn't you keep listening? Your sister Akemi's voice is reaching you.
Kasha: I'm tired, I want to rest. Her voice has to travel far to reach us.
Pilot: Right… Did you hear that the king is watching a small TV before his eyes?
Kasha: Yes, he's watching his world.
Pilot: I think your sister is in a world at war.
Kasha: It will be a devastating war, and everyone will perish.
Pilot: We are—
Kasha: Don't worry, they live in the future.
Pilot: I see we are in the past tense.
Kasha: Yes, we witnessed the disappearance of the voices while they were taking care of Auntie Shukra. It's the sounds of World War II, and now we hear voices coming from a new time.
Pilot: Will these new voices disappear and then reappear?
Kasha: They will not reappear. Everything will end—no screaming, no sound. The world will be silent, inhabited by no one. But the world itself will scream: I miss hearing your voices. Why didn't you make use of the past? Why didn't you use your minds? Everyone disappeared. And even if evil voices remain among you, they will scream alone, then vanish, and regret will erase them.