Nakano Osamu's harsh coughing sounds arose.
He stretched a thin arm from beneath the white cloth, which reminded Farosa of something like a bamboo pole. Asa Katsuragi excitedly lifted the white cloth.
The bloodstains were gone, the boy reborn; he widened his eyes upon seeing Asa Katsuragi, never having imagined that his foster sister would be here.
"Asa—Asa sister!" Nakano Osamu cried out with a voice that had changed its shape, "you..."
"It's good you're back," Asa Katsuragi's eyes reddened as she embraced Nakano Osamu, "everything is over now. Suzuki Shinji is dead, and Suzuki Springs is now our home, it will always be our home, Osamu, I've missed you so much."
"..." Nakano Osamu was extremely bewildered; after so much suspicion, pain, and resentment, his feelings towards Asa Katsuragi were still a complex mixture. Death for him was like jumping into an abyss without a bottom, and now he had finally escaped from the endless sensation of weightlessness.
