Unfortunately, Brown’s immediate and lightning-fast request was rejected.
Before throwing away a talking coin, one ought to hear the whole story first, should one not…?
And the “coin made from Juror Number One’s powder,” which had suddenly found its voice, calmly explained the situation.
-I’m not entirely sure myself.
Yes….
-I suddenly felt strangely energized, and all at once my consciousness returned. I became aware of myself.
The rusted silver coin gleamed.
Every time it spoke, it felt as though a little more rust flaked off of it.
-Still, I’m glad we can talk like this again.
Juror Number One—the part of Ho Yuwon that had remained at Morning Station—was speaking to me again with a self of his own….
Suppressing the feeling that my heart might jump out of my chest, I reasoned through it with a pounding head.
‘Was turning the remaining dust into an A Fun Coin the problem…?’
Or perhaps it was because I had entered the Segwang Special City subway again.
‘…In any case, I’m glad too.’
-Thank you.
A laugh came from the coin.
‘How much do you remember about yourself?’
-I remember everything up to before the day of the disaster. Feel free to ask.
…!
‘May I ask… who are you?’
-I am a psychological counselor who tried to comfort and encourage the people gathered in this city.
-My dream was for their exhausted and wounded hearts to recover, so that this city could become a more beautiful and livable place.
‘And what sort of relationship do…