The Puppet Progenitor spoke seriously, one point after another, and Erin listened seriously beside her, one sentence at a time.
In a daze, she seemed to recall that she'd once had moments like this too—someone instructing her like this, teaching her all sorts of things.
Although she couldn't remember any of the details now, she felt she must have learned pretty well.
The little puppet had always been super confident.
Then, the Puppet Progenitor finished saying those most important things.
Her figure had already thinned to nothing but a fragile shadow; even the words she spoke became a bit blurry by the time they reached Erin's ears.
"Are… are you leaving?" Erin spoke without thinking, reaching an arm forward. "Is time up?"
