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| |previousStage=Marius' Sweet Chapter 01-06 | | |previousStage=Marius' Sweet Chapter 01-08 |
| |nextStage=Marius' Sweet Chapter 02-01 | | |nextStage=Marius' Sweet Chapter 01-10 |
| |stageCost=None | | |stageCost=None |
| |firstClearReward={{Currency|S-Chip}} x100 | | |firstClearReward=None |
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| ===Script=== | | ===Script=== |
| {{Script | | {{Script |
| |scriptHeader=A Brother's Gift (1/2) | | |scriptHeader=Southeast Stellis Street: Marius' Concerns |
| |characterLinks=You!Main Character,Marius!Marius von Hagen,Timmy Brown!Timmy Brown | | |characterLinks=You!Main Character,Marius!Marius von Hagen,Timmy Brown!Timmy Brown |
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| {{Float|{{Background location|name=Southeast Stellis Street|location=South Stellis|image=Stellis - South Stellis RPG Map.png}}}} | | {{Float|{{Background location|name=Southeast Stellis Street|location=South Stellis|image=Stellis - South Stellis RPG Map.png}}}} |
| ''What could Timmy want you to see? Quickly follow him.''
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|Here we are! My family lives in this neighborhood.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|Go down this path, and turn around... You can see my house.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|Before my brother left, he kept saying he really wanted to go home again.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|I reassured him, saying that when he got better, I would definitely go home with him.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|We could walk all the way home as we did before.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|I could ask him to buy me some of that yogurt... just like before. But... now that's impossible...}}
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| {{SL|You|...}}
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| {{SL|Marius|I think you and your brother are on the same page. Your regret is also his regret.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|But there's no use regretting it now. Let's go and see what you wanna show us.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|Yeah, I know. Let's go.}}
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| {{SL|You|Marius, that was... well, don't you think you're being too harsh?}}
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| {{SL|Marius|It was a little harsh, but it's the truth, and he has to learn to accept it.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|Life is not always as smooth as we expect it to be... Sometimes you just have to learn to accept the truth.}}
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| {{SL|You|...}}
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| Marius looks at you. He raises his eyebrows and smiles slightly.
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| But you can tell the smile is not sincere and he is just pretending to be relaxed.
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| You feel like he is talking less about Timmy but more of himself...
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| |scriptHeader=A Brother's Gift (2/2)
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| {{Float|{{Background location|name=Timmy Brown's House|location=Timmy Brown's House|image=Misc Location - Bedroom 1.png}}}}
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| ''Go to Timmy's house and begin the next investigation.''
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|Marius, [Player]. Come on in. Make yourself at home. You don't have to change into slippers or anything.}}
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| Timmy's home is an extremely ordinary apartment. The inside of the house is filled with common household furnishings.
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| You take a look around and see that there is no one else in the house.
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| {{SL|You|Timmy, aren't your mom and dad off work yet?}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|Well... They are very busy and usually come home pretty late.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|Because of my brother's illness, my family owes a lot of money... Also, I need money to learn how to paint.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|I mean... it's okay with me if I don't learn to paint... but they don't agree with me...}}
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| {{SL|You|...}}
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| You then realize that Timmy's initial resistance to drawing is not because he is rebellious like his parents think.
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| He just... He just hopes that the parents who have already lost one child will not have to work and worry about the other child.
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|Forget it. It's pointless to talk about this stuff.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|You'd better come and see what I was talking about... Here it is, in the cabinet.}}
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| Timmy blinks hard, hiding the tears that nearly slip out of his eyes. He points to a drawer of the television cabinet.
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| Marius reaches up and gives it a tug. The drawer makes a slight clanging sound, but it doesn't open.
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| {{SL|Marius|Is it locked?}}
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| {{SL|Marius|It turns out that the "forest" refers to this drawer.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|My brother's things are inside. He put them in there himself before he went to the hospital...}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|I remember asking him what he put inside.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|Then he told me... He put things that were important to him in there.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|You've never seen what's in the drawer?}}
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| Though it's a question, Marius uses a tone of near certainty.
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| If the young boy knew what was in the drawer, he wouldn't have acted so anxiously.
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|Mom and Dad couldn't find the key, and neither could I. So, I don't know what's inside.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|Plus... I don't think Mom and Dad actually want to open the drawer.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|After my brother was gone, they hid everything that reminded them of him, especially Mom... She gets sad whenever she sees his things...}}
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| {{SL|Marius|So... Do you want to see it?}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|Yes.}}
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| Timmy nods his head vigorously.
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|I want to know why he designed these puzzles... I want to know what... what exactly he left for me.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|Okay, then we'll open it.}}
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| Marius then calls a locksmith.
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| You don't know how the locksmith does it, but the drawer is open in no time.
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| After paying the locksmith and sending him away, Marius pats the cabinet and gestures to Timmy.
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| {{SL|Marius|It is ready to be opened.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|What... What's in it?}}
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| {{SL|Marius|You can see for yourself. It's something your brother left you. So, I can't tell you.}}
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|...Fine, I'll see it!}}
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| Timmy moves a step forward. Lowering his head, he glances cautiously into the drawer.
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| It's as if he is about to look at a grade on a final exam. He is anxious to look at it but he is afraid to know the truth.
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| His curiosity drives him forward. Timmy reaches out his hand and takes something out of the drawer.
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|It is... an album? And a letter!}}
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| Everyone can see the items clearly now.
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| There are only two items in the drawer— a thick photo album and a thin letter.
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| {{SL|You|...Is it a photo of you guys together when you were young?}}
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| The photos in the album range from old ones to newer ones, from a boy holding a baby in his arms to a laughing young man holding the hand of a boy in the park...
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| These numerous photos constitute the journey of the brothers' growth.
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|There is also a letter from my brother...}}
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| Timmy bites his lips hard as he clutches the letter. His eyes are already red.
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| Marius takes the crumpled piece of paper and starts to read it softly...
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| {{SL|Marius|"My dear brother, I hope you are not sad."}}
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| {{SL|Marius|"When I knew that my time was coming, I didn't have much fear, although I was a little upset..."}}
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| {{SL|Marius|"I just couldn't let go of those days of joking around with you, of being together with Mom and Dad."}}
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| {{SL|Marius|"I know you are brave. Stick to what you like, and you will eventually find your divine bird."}}
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| {{SL|Marius|"Of course, I know you will miss me too. Don't cry. I will always be looking out for you."}}
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| {{SL|Marius|"When you miss me, just try to draw. Draw everything you want to say to me, and I will see it."}}
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| {{SL|Marius|"Love, your brother - Cyrus."}}
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| {{SL|You|...}}
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| At this moment, the secrets of the picture book are finally all unraveled.
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| Whatever that was hidden in the picture book... was not a mysterious message, but an elder brother's encouragement and blessing for his younger brother at the end of his life.
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| {{SL|Timmy Brown|*Sobs*...}}
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| The young boy cannot hold back tears anymore and squats on the ground sobbing.
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| You don't know exactly how long he will cry, but you know that when he wipes his tears...
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| He will eventually get up again and walk on the path he's meant to walk.
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| This time, he will be less confused and he will find his own divine bird just like the young man in the picture book.
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| ''The story about Timmy and his brother is indeed tear-jerking. Discuss what you're thinking with Marius.'' | | ''The story about Timmy and his brother is indeed tear-jerking. Discuss what you're thinking with Marius.'' |
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| {{SL|Marius|Back to... my house.}} | | {{SL|Marius|Back to... my house.}} |
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| {{Float|{{Background location|name=The von Hagen Estate|location=The von Hagen Estate|image=Von Hagen Estate - Marius' Room (Day).png}}}}
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| ''Return to the von Hagen Estate with Marius''
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| By the time you get back to the von Hagen estate, it's almost evening.
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| The sun is still shining brightly, and the furniture in the room looks a little cozier in the warm yellow light.
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| {{SL|Marius|Well, Miss, what do you want to say to me?}}
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| {{SL|You|I'm just... I'm just a little worried about you.}}
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| {{SL|You|When we came out of Timmy's house, I noticed that your expression was a bit off.}}
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| {{SL|You|Are you worried about your brother again?}}
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| You sit down next to Marius and place your hand in his palm.
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| Marius nods and gently holds your hand in his. You can feel the warmth of his palm.
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| {{SL|Marius|Well, seeing Timmy upset over his brother makes me... not feel so great.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|My dad had a busy schedule and my brother had his own things to deal with.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|When I was little, I was often left alone at home.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|For a long time... I found myself slipping deeper and deeper into confusion and angst.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|How should I put it...? I wasn't afraid, but I did worry that... no one cared about me.}}
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| As he dives into this heavy subject matter, his tone remains calm and normal.
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| It sounds as if he is talking about someone else's story, not his own.
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| {{SL|Marius|Fortunately, though, my brother noticed that my mood was off. He guided me and taught me to comfort myself and develop my own goals and interests.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|To Timmy, Cyrus Brown was his guide on the path of learning to draw.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|My brother was also my guide... He...}}
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| There is no update about Giann von Hagen. It is unknown whether his brother is alive or dead—not to mention all the gossip.
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| You can imagine the anxiety buried deep in Marius' heart.
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| {{SL|Marius|I am not some troubled little boy anymore.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|I know what I want and... I, alone, am capable of solving my problems.}}
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| {{SL|You|But you're not alone.}}
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| You turn your hand over and take him by the palm. You rub it gently to show him how much you care.
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| {{SL|You|I'll always be with you.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|True, I have you... I'm not alone anymore.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|The most important thing in my life used to only be my family, but now I have so much more... I have you, my love.}}
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| The halo of light spilling into the room through the window illuminates Marius' eyes.
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| He finally smiles. The light in his eyes is bright... brighter than the sun.
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| {{SL|Marius|[Player], I've got something for you. Wanna see?}}
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| He tilts his neck and rubs his forehead against the top of your head, expressing how important you are to him.
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| When he does this, it makes you helpless to refuse.
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| {{SL|You|Okay.}}
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| Marius takes your hand and leads you to the bookshelf. He gently presses your shoulders to sit you down.
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| {{SL|You|What is it? You look so secretive.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|You have to be a little patient in life to enjoy surprises.}}
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| Marius stands in front of the bookshelf, blocking your view with his body. He then fumbles around on the shelf.
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| {{SL|You|Just so you know, if it's some kind of trick, I refuse to accept it.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|It's not. I promise.}}
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| His reply makes you even more curious. You can't help but crane your neck to look.
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| Marius holds back his laughter and speeds up his movement. A few seconds later...
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| {{SL|Marius|...Got it!}}
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| He grabs something and hands it to you.
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| {{SL|Marius|Here, a present for you.}}
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| {{SL|You|...Is it a book?}}
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| An object that looks like a hardcover book falls into your hand. It's a booklet with a vellum cover.
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| {{SL|Marius|Didn't you say that you wanted to read my picture book?}}
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| {{SL|Marius|This is it.}}
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| {{SL|You|What?}}
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| You remember, now. You once said something like that to change the subject.
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| Marius sounded like he was joking at the time. You never thought...
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| {{SL|Marius|Open it and see if you like it.}}
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| Marius comes to your side and looks at you with anticipation.
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| His drawings... What kind of story will his drawings tell?
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| Your curiosity is aroused. You open the picture book... and yet...
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| {{SL|You|Marius!!! It's blank!}}
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| You flip through it several times, but the pages in the picture book are all empty.
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| There isn't a speck of dust on it, not to mention any drawing inside. It's perfectly clean and spotless.
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| As surprise sets in, Marius wraps his arms around you from behind and pulls you into his embrace.
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| {{SL|Marius|...}}
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| {{SL|You|You are... teasing me again.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|No, I'm serious...}}
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| He whispers in your ear, the warmth of his breath accompanying his soft voice.
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| Your whole body feels like it's slowly being submerged in warm water.
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| {{SL|You|I don't see how this could be serious.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|Well, this picture book is called "Our Future."}}
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| {{SL|You|Future...}}
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| {{SL|Marius|The future is unknown and blank.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|I want to fill it out slowly with you... What do you say?}}
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| {{SL|You|I'm...}}
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| His warm breath brushes past your ear—your heart is pounding.
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| {{SL|Marius|Miss, I'm waiting for your answer.}}
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| The future he is talking about is one he shares with you... It belongs to both of you...
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| {{SL|You|O-okay.}}
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| {{SL|Marius|What is it? I can't hear you.}}
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| He leans closer on purpose. His lips are pressed against your ear.
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| A current of electricity spreads from your ear throughout your whole body, making you forget how to move or speak.
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| {{SL|You|Marius!}}
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| {{SL|Marius|Hmm?}}
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| Darn it. Why is he teasing you at a time like this!?
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| {{SL|You|...I said okay!}}
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| {{SL|Marius|Cool, so it's a deal.}}
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| Marius wraps you completely in his arms from behind.
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| {{SL|Marius|Let's fill every page, on every day.... And we'll be together forever.}}
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| {{SL|You|Yes, I'll be with you forever.}}
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| In the final chapter of Blurry Days and Nights, the young man finally finds his divine bird.
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| It is hope for the future, that the man draws with his pen.
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| There are no miracles or flukes in the world. There is only the perseverance and protection of the one who holds your hand.
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| Just like it is between you and him.
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| ''[Acquire evidence: "Picture Book of the Future"]''
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| {{Character|name=Marius von Hagen|image=Marius character icon 1.png}} | | {{Character|name=Marius von Hagen|image=Marius character icon 1.png}} |
| {{Character|name=Timmy Brown|image=Child M character icon.png}}
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| |name=Picture Book of the Future
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| |image=Picture Book of the Future icon.png
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| |description=The future is unknown and blank, yet I want to fill it out slowly with time spent with you...
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