Chapter 360: Arc 5, - 54: Recoup Part I
’We told everything we could to Kazuo Namora that same night once we returned. He had no quarrel giving Tiffany the spare room to stay in while he rushed out of the house past midnight.
Kineko was fast asleep and with the image of yet another crucified body fresh in our minds, we were all forced into uneasy sleep. There’s no doubt, no doubt at all that something new would be waiting for us when we awoke.
But... when we awoke, it was just the start of another morning. Kazuo Namora hadn’t returned home and Kineko was the only one questioning his whereabouts; a simple answer as ’work’ did the trick—not like that was a lie.
It’s around, eleven a.m. right now. I can’t help it. Why? What’s the true purpose of the cult? Collect souls—then what? They’re anarchists in every sense of the word, but is that all there is to it?
That man last night... Laughing like a hyena as he ran... Are they all just mad? Or was it just a coincidence? Hmph. To offer themselves to be nailed up on a board and bleed to death so that their soul is reaped; would I call someone that does that sane?
I don’t know. Would I call myself sane? I suppose there’s different depths of insanity, I may be just skirting the line in between. Ugh, why do I make everything sound overdramatic-’
"Aunty?"
"Huh?" Jotou broke out of it. Looking down at the table, she saw the outline of a lizard-like head. Well, almost lizard-like. "Sorry, I was just lost in thought."
"What was aunty thinking about?" Kineko peered up. She sat on the carpet and had a pencil in hand that she tapped against the coffee table.
"Adventure-y things silly, what else?" Jotou giggled and leaned forward from the sofa. "Uhm, you have the shape right, but the head’s a bit too bumpy."
"It’s okay, he has a vewry lumpy head! Can I paint him now?" she was already grabbing the paintbrush.
"You sure you wanna keep what looks like an egg on its head? You can just erase the top bit-"