The room was well lit. The room was bright. Amelia's round little face was full of concern. Even though she always called her Nine, the worry in her eyes was real.
Nine's eyes reddened and a tear fell without warning. She said stubbornly, "Who asked you to save me…"
Amelia panicked when she saw Nine crying. She waved her hand. "No, don't cry. No, Sister Moon, don't cry…"
Nine burst into tears, as if no one had ever said this to her before: Don't cry. She didn't know what was going on either. She suddenly felt extremely sad, like a balloon that had finally found an outlet. She cried uncontrollably.
Nine cried and said stubbornly, "Who asked you to save… Boohoo, isn't this making me even more useless? Boohoo, go away, go away!"
Amelia: "Yes, you're the most useful!"
Nine: "And you hit me… hit my face…"
Amelia said, "I'm sorry…"
Nine: "Boohoohoo, I don't accept it. You slapped my face and made it swollen…"
