[There is a small clicking noise as she flips open a pocket knife she found.]
Even though it is dull, it won't take much to fix that, now will it.
[A small pause. She doesn't understand why she worries so much.]
Ganta, are you doing okay?
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he
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