"Get lost, native, I heard... those knowledge..."
Behind him, the sacrificial death wrapped Fisher ever tighter, while Margaret no longer cared about him, feeling the continuous Life Authority flowing from the Death Authority. She was almost rejoicing as she lifted the World Tree Tear below, blending it into the form born of the Life Authority.
In Margaret's memory, what exactly should her Matilda look like?
She was so obedient and lovely, quick to learn languages, and very sensible.
When she felt exhausted, faced with humiliation from German officers wanting to commit suicide, she would use her small, warm body to embrace her...
She would say,
"Mom, it's okay..."
My Matilda...
My daughter...
