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“Big brother,” she said, and her voice had an echo, as if two people were speaking at once. “You found the book.”

“Yonha… what happened?”

When they arrived, the village was silent. Too silent. The gate was open. A single boot lay in the mud.

Yonha—the memory, the fragment, the thing in his sister’s body—smiled. It was a terrible, beautiful smile. “Now you choose, big brother. You can leave the fragment in this replicant. She will live. The Black Scrawl will never return. But the original Yonah will remain asleep. You will never know if she suffered. If she forgave you.” NieR Replicant ver122474487139

“Grimoire Weiss,” Yonha said, her voice brightening. “Are you going to protect him?”

“The boy is anxious,” Weiss said. “His sister’s condition has worsened three percent since we left the village. His cortisol levels are—never mind. The point is, he’s about to do something reckless.”

“You’re humming,” Kainé said, not looking up. “Big brother,” she said, and her voice had

And for the first time in twelve thousand years, he began to cry.

Nier stood there, panting, sword still raised. “What… what did it mean?”

“I know, big brother. I always knew.” The gate was open

“I know, for example,” said a voice as dry as old parchment and twice as arrogant, “that the Baron’s library is guarded by a Shade the size of a house that sings. Not metaphorically. It actually vocalizes at a frequency that liquefies the inner ear. A fact I have mentioned fourteen times.”

Nier felt the world tilt. He looked down at his own hands. The hands that had killed a hundred Shades. The hands that had held Yonha when she cried. The hands that were warm, real, calloused.