「故事模式剧情详表 (移动版)」：修訂間差異

 恢复意识的她，发现自己苏醒于这个飞舞着玻璃蝴蝶的地方。<br> “ 多么令人愉快啊， ” 她想， “ 这些美妙的图案居然能在空中移动呢。牵引着它们的丝线在哪里？ ”<br><br>她蹲了下来，整了整裙子，环顾四周才发现这附近没有任何丝线。那些事物，也并不是蝴蝶——<br>玻璃碎片，不依靠任何外力便飞舞于空中。 “ 太美妙了！ ” 她自心底赞叹道。<br><br>这些玻璃反射出了另一个纯洁的世界。她从中看见海洋、城市、火焰、光芒；美好的景象目不暇接。<br>她抬起了自己的手，试图去抓住它们，开心地笑了出来。<br><br>她并不知道这些玻璃碎片有个名字：Arcaea。<br>实际上，名字对这些过于美好的事物来说并不重要。<br>她触碰、旋转、观察它们；她靠这样来娱乐自己。这已经足够了，难道不是吗？<br><br>现在留给她的，有六个问题：何人、何事、何处、何时、何故与何情。<br>在这些疑问的包围下，她没有问出任何一个，也不想得到任何答案。Arcaea的光芒已经使她心满意足。<br>这是她与这个新世界的邂逅。}}

Her first impression was that she'd awakened to a cloud of glass butterflies.<br>"How pleasant," she thought, "that these figures can move as well. Where are the strings?"<br><br>She sat onto her knees, fixed her dress, and found that there were no strings, and these were not<br>butterflies. Glass shards, flying on their own. "Delightful!" she felt, and so she said it.<br><br>The glass reflected another world than the one in white surrounding her. In it she could see reflections<br>of seas, cities, fires, lights; she rose her hand to scatter them, and laughed in joy.<br><br>She didn't know these pieces of glass had a name: Arcaea.<br>To tell the truth, they were so beautiful that it didn't matter the name.<br>She entertained herself by touching them, swirling them, watching them. That was enough, no?<br><br>There were six questions to ask: who, what, where, when, why, and how.<br>Of these questions, she asked none and desired no answers, content instead to bask in the glow of Arcaea.<br>This was her meeting with a new world.}}

 

 但是，疑问还是不可避免地来临了。<br><br>少女立于玻璃碎片的螺旋中，沉思着： “ 但说实话，它们究竟是什么呢？ ”<br>传送门入口？窗户？抑或是……回忆？<br><br>最后的猜测， “ 回忆 ” ，使她一怔。 “ 它们是回忆， ” 她失声说道。<br>就在这一刻，那股疑惑消失殆尽。<br><br>因为某种原因，这个地方充满了回忆。谁的回忆？又是什么回忆？她心中不能肯定。<br>但她已经停止了疑问。<br><br>因为某种原因，那些玻璃跟随着她。虽然她无法抓住它们，但碎片仍然与她形影不离。<br>一时兴起的她，决定要开始收集它们。<br><br>一片一片收集。<br>没有任何理由。}}

But questions come inevitably.<br><br>The girl stands amidst the spiral of glass and wonders, "But really, what are these?"<br>Portals? Windows? Memories?<br><br>This last answer, "memories", strikes a chord with her. "They're memories," she says, faintly. And like that,<br>her questions stop.<br><br>For some reason, this is a place all full of memories. Whose memories, or of what, she can't tell for certain,<br>but her questioning has already ended.<br><br>For some reason the glass follows her. She can't hold any of it, but it comes to her nonetheless. On a whim,<br>she decides she will begin gathering it.<br><br>Piece by piece.<br>For no reason at all.}}

 没有时钟的情况下，她根本不清楚多少时日已经过去了。<br>同时，新的思绪正逐渐浮现于她的脑海中。<br><br>玻璃碎片中，蕴含着美好的事物——她对此深信不疑。仔细一想，回忆会随着时间的流动不断改变，<br>但却与过去有着最亲密的联系。它可以苦涩，也可以甘甜，但她认为这两者都十分迷人。<br><br>如今，她可以瞧见自己所能见到的回忆——来自于别的场所与人们——<br>并且因它们的美而感到心旷神怡。Arcaea们闪烁着，散发着完美的光芒，在这破碎的世界里<br>显得格格不入。原本这些事物就容易博得人们的喜爱，而蕴藏其中的回忆着实使它们更惹人心爱了。<br><br>她哼唱着，双手飞扬，一边踩着破碎的小道。她带上了任何可能属于这整个世界的回忆，<br>跟在一条发光的溪流之后。这些属于一个既丑陋，又美丽的世界的回忆……<br><br> “ 多么好啊…… ” 她叹息着，微笑着，陷入了宁静。这一切，看上去都太过于美好了。<br>在这里，不需要担心任何事物。<br>这美好而又简简单单的世界，只需要令人感到愉快就足够了。没错，无需多求。}}

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Without a clock, she has no sense for how many days or hours she has walked, but there is a new certainty<br>in her head...<br><br>There is beauty in a memory, that's what she finds herself believing. Thinking about it, a memory is never<br>certain, can change with the times, and yet is the nearest thing to a concrete piece of the past. It can be<br>bitter or sweet, and she thinks in either case they're quite enchanting.<br><br>For now she will see what memories she can, of these other places and people, and appreciate them for<br>their beauty. In the first place, these Arcaea flicker and glow splendidly in this strange and ruined world.<br>It's easy to fancy it all, and that they show memories makes it easier.<br><br>Humming, hands aloft, and stepping down broken paths, she brings what seems to be memories fit for an<br>entire world with her, following behind in a shining stream. Memories of an ugly, pretty world...<br><br>"How nice..." She sighs, she smiles, and serenity becomes her, it seems, too well.<br>But there’s nothing to worry about.<br>A pleasant, simple world like this need only be pleasant. Nothing more.}}

 这是道使人愉快的风景线。<br>长久以来，她行走于这荒芜却又美丽的世界，赞扬着她所找到的新鲜事物。<br><br>长久以来，她带领那些玻璃碎片一同旅行，以至于天空已经变为一面弯曲的镜子，<br>反射出了她所能见到的最遥远的光 茫 ，整体望上去就像要触碰到天际。<br>这绝妙的穹顶闪着光，从未离开过她的头顶。<br>随着她只被华丽而又美好的事物环绕，此处成为了无尽的极乐世界。<br><br>她走下那段曾经通向一座庄园的螺旋阶梯。只可惜周围的墙皆已坍塌，而回忆取代了墙体。<br>所有的事物都比从前更加美好：她从那儿跃向前方，撞得回忆飞散开来；<br>她沉浸于闪闪发光的Arcaea——在被她找寻到后，它们便飘起并融入了她头顶那片人造天空。<br>她感到无比欢欣，高兴地笑了。

A joyous landscape. For so long, she has walked through a ruined yet beautiful world, finding things and<br>admiring them.<br><br>For so long she's traveled shepherding glass that the sky has become a mirror bending light as far as she can<br>see, and shaped almost geodesically. The fantastic and glittering roof never leaves her, and with her<br>surrounded by only fancies and goodness, the world has become endless bliss.<br><br>She traipses down a spiral staircase that once led into a manor, but the walls have now all fallen and<br>memories replace them. It is all the better: she leaps out ahead and dashes the memories everywhere,<br>basking in sparkling Arcaea that, when she finds them, float up to join the others in her artificial sky. So<br>enraptured now, she laughs with cheer.

A flower, a kiss, a love, a birth: a life followed by a new life in a river of glass flies past her eyes and blends<br>into the rest. She has seen this reflected countless times, and it still pleases her.<br><br>She gazes at the wall above. As they ’ve come together, they ’ve grown more vibrant.<br>She smiles, satisfied, before she wanders on again. And, as ever, heedless of all consequence.}}

They say that this is true: anything in excess is a poison. She either didn ’t know, or hadn ’t cared.<br><br>The girl now walks past what seemed to have been an old concert hall, the impact of its grandness dulled<br>as it had been split perfectly in twain, as if some higher power had willed it so. Out of the tomb of sound<br>drift memories again: of dances, of performance, hopes, victories.<br><br>Her mouth twitches. Has it simply become boring, or is this something else? She lifts her hands and the<br>Arcaea come to her, gently weaving over her palms and through her fingers. Blankly she notes them. How<br>many times has she seen the last hurrah of a retiring band? How many times has she seen two brothers<br>embrace? Too many times she ’s seen the formation of a love, so frequent it was apparently standard in old<br> and forgotten worlds.

She lets the memories go, and genuinely thinks nothing of it.<br><br>They rise. They fly to join with the memories she ’s still been gathering, and she looks at their destination<br>now. It ’s grown much brighter since she began her collecting. It seems to grow brighter every day …<br><br>How many days has it even been? She winces, and a grimace twists onto her face. She shakes it away.<br><br>Maybe she only needs more, then whatever is missing will be found. She calms herself and carries on, not<br>letting it bother her that no matter what, she cannot push the Arcaea following her away.}}

“ 天堂 ” 其实也是地狱的一种。<br><br>事实上，虚度光阴和自我放纵是对热情的诅咒。<br>接连不断地汲取愉快的事物，将会无止境地麻痹感官，<br>使得 “ 快乐 ” 变得无比朦胧，暗淡，甚至完全失去原本的目的。<br>如今万物再无目的。她从未拥有过目的。<br><br>天空炫目到接近空白。<br><br>她也许正四处徘徊，也可能正站在原地；她对此无法确认，而这也无关紧要。<br>这片她创造的天空的确引起了她的注意，但她却无法辨别其中涵括的回忆。<br>这已是一片充满压迫感的不透明雾霾，散发着令人窒息的空虚感。她正一点一滴地丧失自我。<br><br>而在失去自我时，她始终对这渐渐渗入的瓦解之力感到麻木。虽然她早已不记得，<br>但是招待她步入这座让人感到愉快，却又让人窒息的牢笼之人，正是她自己。<br>现在，她甚至失去了为自己担忧的自由。

“Heaven” is a kind of hell.<br><br>The truth is, idle peace and thoughtless pleasure are anathema to passion. Imbibing and imbibing of happy<br>things endlessly dulls the senses and makes “happiness” indistinct, blurred, and ultimately without<br>purpose. Now nothing has a purpose. She ’d never had a purpose.<br><br>The sky is almost blinding.<br><br>She may be wandering, or she may be standing still; she isn ’t sure and it doesn ’t matter. The sky she ’s made<br>has her attention, but the memories within it can ’t be sorted out.<br>It has all become an opaque and overpowering haze compelling emptiness. She is losing her self.<br><br>And as she is losing her self, she remains numb to the encroaching dissolution. Though she did not<br>remember, she invited this pleasurable and suffocating cage, and she locked herself within it. Now she<br>lacks even the will to worry.

The sky grows brighter and she loses more of herself. With little time for her left, she stares upward as if<br>waiting. Bright, bright, bliss, beauty above: effulgent memory overtakes her.<br><br>Her mind whites out.<br><br>And, without meaning, light fades away.<br><br>Without meaning, time passes.<br><br>And a girl stares up into an empty sky, her mind ended, and thus her story along with it.}}

 少女跪坐在地上，微抬着下巴。她那粗糙而又极具渗透力的创造物，不久便会将她吞噬进自身的光芒，<br>诱使她忘却一切。它跃动于她头顶上方，散发着光芒，温柔却又难以忍受。<br>她未多想，任凭那东西渐渐夺走她的全部自我。<br><br>而在那浩瀚虚无之中，她的双目捕捉到了什么事物。<br><br>仅仅是那特异之处便打破少女的麻木感，少女的目光也开始在那物体上摇摆：<br>一片有些特殊的玻璃，只是有抹鲜红，却着实引人注目。<br>不知是现实或只是大脑产生的幻觉，周遭原本晦暗的天空显得越来越清楚。她认为，天空变得容易看清了。<br>她认为——她才意识到自己已经几个世纪没有思考过。<br><br>这座如今正剧烈颤动的天堂已歪曲变形，一道巨大的裂痕更是从中划过，一切都围绕着一段崭新的回忆扭曲起来：<br>一片本不该存在的回忆。它从那一切中破空而出，也破坏了整片天空。

 少女所创造的穹顶坠落下来，猛烈却又显得平稳，从中散落的星点光辉布满了整片空气。<br>这壮观华丽的景象原应使她目瞪口呆，但她仍惦记着片刻前刚刚诞生，正向她飘来的那一片玻璃——<br>被喜悦回忆中令人恐惧的混沌所缠绕的那一片玻璃。<br><br>那事物本身也是象征喜悦的回忆：那是早已被她遗忘的，关于她自己的回忆。<br><br> “ 什么时候——我真的——？ ”<br><br>声带太久未被使用，少女的话语声变得破碎不堪。<br><br>在她的掌心之间，那诞生自虚无的奇异碎片旋转起来，而从中她见到了自己刚刚苏醒过来的时候，<br>与成群的玻璃起舞，游荡于这片镜面世界，无比欢欣。<br>泪水有如泉涌。她心中明白，幸福在很久之前便抛弃了她。}}

The girl is on her knees, her chin brought up, and it is soon that her jagged and pervasive creation will<br>consume her in its light coaxing oblivion. Above her it pulses and glows, gentle but insufferable. She lets it<br>nearly take her, thoughtless.<br><br>And from that vast nothingness, something catches her eye.<br><br>Distinction alone breaks her from the lull of uniformity, and her gaze swings to it: a single, special piece<br>of glass, just a bit red, and absolutely noticeable. Perhaps in reality or through a trick of her mind, the<br>rest of the sky that it begins emerging from dulls in its intensity. She thinks, it ’s becoming easier to see.<br>She thinks, and realizes she hasn ’t thought at all in ages.<br><br>The heavens wobble and distort, and a crack seems to run through them, the whole thing twisting around the<br>creation of a new memory: a shard of memory that should not exist. It breaks from the whole, and breaks<br>the sky.

Both violently and calmly the roof of her making falls down, choking the air in scattering light. The spectacle<br>would be magnificent to her, but she remains stuck on the newest piece, which floats toward her amidst<br>the frightening chaos of joyous memories.<br><br>It, too, is a memory of joy: that of herself that she has forgotten.<br><br> “When was— Did I—? ”<br><br>She speaks in a fractured voice, her vocal chords having been long neglected of use.<br><br>Now in her hands, the odd shard that came from zero revolves, and in it she sees the time when she awoke,<br>dancing alongside glass, traveling the mirror world, and happy. Tears fall from her eyes, and she remembers<br>that happiness left her long ago.}}

 在这些时间里，她近乎骄傲自满地四处游荡，心中漫无目的。<br>她搜集着Arcaea，享受着它们，却从未思考过哪怕最小的原因。<br>她害自己成为备受苦恼所折磨且总感世事乏味的快乐主义者，亲手将自己锁死在这人造的炫目监狱中。<br><br>然而面对 “ 为什么 ” 的疑问，这里从来就没有过答案。只是取悦自己？也并非如此。<br>她跌倒于双膝，怀抱着她胸前的回忆哽咽、啜泣、痛哭，心中明白自己已经犯了弥天大错。<br>浴于美妙的爱情与绚丽的生命过久的她，已经对这些事物感到反胃，而这残酷的事实让她悲痛不已。<br><br>少女沉浸在悲伤之中不断哭泣，尽可能地思考着方才发生的一切，与它们所象征的意味。}}

Twinkling glass pieces fall in an unevenly timed rain while reflecting dead worlds as they always do. The girl<br>at the center of it all focuses on a piece reflecting something new, however, and of this world still existing.<br><br>Tears fall from her eyes, but the reason is yet grasped by her. Her mind still recovering, she agonizes over<br>the loss of everything she had before, falling all around her. But, also, she agonizes over the loss of her zeal.<br>The memory reflected shows a better and ignorant time, as she walked into a trap she ’d created for herself.<br>Even if she knew where it would lead — these shiftless travels inviting senselessness — would she have<br>done it all again, just to be happy?<br><br>The red in the glass is that of the red in her clothes, and she grasps the shard tightly to add the red of her<br>hand to it, blurring past and present, running warm over the shimmering surface. She feels, again, but she<br>feels so much more than before. She feels, overwhelmingly, regret.

These were times that, almost with pride, she had moved meaninglessly. She had gathered the Arcaea to<br>enjoy them,and not thought even a bit as to why. She had brought on herself a torturous and tedious<br>hedonistic existence,a manufactured and blinding prison. She had done it all for nothing, and nearly lost<br>herself.<br><br>And to a question of “Why? ” there was never an answer. Just to be happy? That hadn’t been it either.<br>Collapsed on her knees, choking through cries with the memory over her breast, she knows the weight of<br>her errors. She had surrounded herself in love and life so much that it came to disgust her, and that truth<br>grieves her.<br><br>In grief the girl cries, thinking as much as she can, about everything that has happened, and what anything<br>meant.}}

 死寂。<br><br>少些蕴含曾经的碎片落下来，间歇性打破了沉寂，但女孩的悲痛已经平复下来。<br>她早已不再直率地哭泣，仅仅是静坐在那些闪闪发光的玻璃之中，脸颊尚留有泪痕，双手的鲜血也已干涸。<br>恐惧、担忧与悔恨都已结束，她现在必须向前看了。<br><br>她因误入歧途而做出一切。事实上，她从来没有真正地被哪怕任何事物引导过。<br>凭借着 “ 更多的愉快事物只会让一切变得更好 ” 的念头，她用美好回忆填充了整片天空，<br>不曾意识将成堆的神秘碎片集中于一处会带来怎样的危险。她这才意识到这些东西会威胁她的全部，将她吞噬。<br><br>如果她想要奋力前行，她必须需要一个理由作为动力。

 她需一五一十地回答那些曾几时被她遗忘的老问题。这个世界有着怎样的意义？为什么她会在此处？<br>为什么在温柔的回忆被她吸引时，那些她曾瞥见有苦难闪现的碎片却会拒绝她？她到底是谁？<br><br>少女的双眼再度有了光泽，依靠那颤抖的双腿直立起来。在她这样做的时候，围绕着她的Arcaea忽然移动起来。<br>她好奇地注视着它们，试着高举她的手。它们跟随着她的手飘舞而起，而她陷入沉思。<br>她察觉到这与从前不太一样，但她自身也有些地方变化了。<br><br>Arcaea不再主动接近她，而她也不再放任自己被束缚于牢笼中。<br>因为手上沾满了血，她用手背抹去自己的泪水，让这些将她引领至这条崭新路途的碎片们跟随于她的身后。<br>她会让那一切成为一段回忆，而她也将重新面对这陌生的世界。<br>无论是好是坏，她将找寻到一切的谜底。<br><br>她如此发誓，矢志不渝。}}

Silence.<br><br>A few small pieces of old times falling down intermittently break this, but the girl ’s anguish has settled.<br>She no longer openly weeps, sitting among shimmering glass with dried tears on her cheeks and dried<br>blood in her hands. Fear, worry, and regret have ended, so she now has to look out ahead.<br><br>What she had done was misguided. It was, in fact, not guided at all. With the idea of “more happy scenes<br>would only be better ”, she had filled the sky with good memories, not wondering if there might be any<br>danger in bringing so many of the mysterious shards together in one place. She realizes now that they had<br>threatened to swallow her.<br><br>If she wants to press on, she must have a reason.

She needs to answer those old questions that she had forgotten. What does this world mean, and why is<br>she in it? Why are gentle memories attracted to her, although she sometimes saw flashes of hardship in<br>pieces that refused her? Who was she?<br><br>Light comes back to her eyes and she stands on shaking legs. As she does so, the Arcaea surrounding her<br>shift. She looks on at them curiously, and lifts her hand. They lift too, and she ponders. She realizes this is<br>different, but that there’s also something different within herself.<br><br>The Arcaea will not come to her unbidden again, and she will not allow herself to be caged. She wipes<br>away her tears with the back of her bloodied hand, and lets the shard that has turned her onto this new<br>path go to follow behind her. She will let that be a memory, and face this strange world anew, and she will<br>find all that it is for, be it good or bad.<br><br>This she swears, and she is certain.}}

She'd awakened in a ruined tower, first noticing pieces of glass floating in the air. They led her outside, and<br>into a world of white.<br><br>White, white, and more glass. It seemed attracted to her, so she examined the shards with piqued curiosity.<br><br>She could see glimpses of something else in them, like looking through the windows of a train car. In one<br>flash she saw rain, in another sunlight, and in another death. She grimaced, and pulled away.<br><br>Although it seemed attracted to her, at her attempts to reach out and shatter the glass the shards were<br>naturally repelled. Her grimace deepened into a glare, and she turned her attention to the pale sky.<br>However, as she gazed into it, her expression melted away. Her mouth opened, but she was too shaken to<br>speak.<br><br>Glass: churning, glinting, and turning far overhead. There seemed to be a storm of it.<br><br>She regretted giving it attention, as now it seemed to notice, and was coming down to greet her.}}

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 那是一股难以用语言形容的压迫感。巨量的碎片组成了飓风般的激流。它们并不会割伤她，也未反射她的面庞。<br> 它们在她面前犹如强风般推动着她，却又突然转过弯，仿佛被更强的风暴所侵袭一般。<br> 她稳稳地伫立在原地，注视着这一切。<br><br>注视着……回忆？……属于一个污秽世界的回忆。<br> “ 这是……！？ ” 她伸出了手， “ 这些……！ ”<br><br>回忆。刻画着痛苦、背叛、嫉妒的回忆。<br><br>当她阻挡住眼前这片碎片时，其余的碎片也被影响了。它们就这么静止在空中，一动也不动。<br>她的脑袋左右晃动着。 “ 这些只是…… ”<br><br>黑暗？它们只是纯粹的黑暗吗？但无论这些碎片在反射什么……她从中未见到一丝光芒。<br>哪怕是最小的火花，都会在一瞬间消失于她的视线。她紧咬嘴唇，毫不诙谐地微笑着。<br> “ 这算是什么低劣的玩笑？ ” 她喃喃自语道， “ 这个世界只充满了痛苦…… ”<br><br>说出这番话后，就连她脸上的苦笑也消失了。}}

It's difficult to describe that sensation which overwhelms her now. A riptide of glass that doesn't shatter,<br>cut, or reflect her face, pushing past her in powerful amounts, turning up and swirling as if pulled by a great<br>wind. She stands fast, and watches.<br><br>Watches... ...Memories...? ...Of a filthy world.<br>"What is this...!?" She reaches out. "This...!"<br><br>A memory of pain, betrayal, envy.<br><br>When she stops it, she stops the rest. They stand still in the air around her, frozen. She whips her head this<br>way and that. "They're only..."<br><br>Dark? Are they only dark? Wherever it is these shards reflect... she sees little light there. Whatever small<br>sparks she sees fade away in an instant. She bites her lip, and then smiles a smile with no humor. "What<br>kind of joke is that?" she mutters, "A world filled only with misery..."<br><br>As she says this, even her bitter smile fades away.}}

 没有时钟的情况下，她根本不清楚自己已经观察这些回忆多久了，<br>但她深信这段时间已经很长。<br><br>那么一刻，她试着去搜寻哪怕一丝愉快的回忆，只是确认它们是否存在。它们的确在那儿，<br>数量稀少，而那众多的痛苦回忆却从未放弃追捕她。<br>此时，她已经对这令人生厌的地方产生几分了解。<br><br>她现在正身处于玻璃组成的巨大旋涡的正中央，而它们则像一宇宙般展现在她的面前。<br>少女的心中推断出两种可能性：这些玻璃碎片们映射出的世界——或者说多个世界——中，只存在黑暗的事物；<br> 或者被保留于此的，只有可怖事物的回忆……<br>不论如何，她都想尽快摆脱这一切。<br><br>可忽然之间，她的心中有什么事物发生了变化。如今，直视这些回忆使她感到舒心。<br>她收集了那样的回忆——看上去，十分愉快。<br><br> “ 如果我能摆脱这些垃圾，或使它们所象征的那些场所变得更加美好…… ”<br>那些充满混乱甚至光芒的场所。<br>这将使她感到高兴。}}

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Without a clock, she has no way of knowing how long she's picked through memories, but she's sure it's<br>been quite a long time.<br><br>For a while, she'd searched the fragments for more happy memories, just to see if they were there. They<br>were, in small number, but the more miserable shards never ceased to hound her.<br>So, she's come to know places she now loathed.<br><br>She now stands at the middle of a vast spiral of glass that turns about her slowly and resembles cosmos.<br>She thinks there are two possibilities here: either the world or perhaps worlds these shards envision were<br>entirely terrible, or since only terrible memories are here...<br>In any case, she's decided to be rid of it all.<br><br>Something inside her has switched. Now when she looks at painful memories, she looks pleased. She<br>gathers such memories, it seems, gleefully.<br><br>"If I can be rid of this trash, or even better the places it represents..."<br>These places full of chaos and even light.<br>That will make her happy.}}

 虽然尚不清楚自己该怎么做，但她决心摆脱这些跟随她的令人厌恶的碎片。<br>在结局来临前，她仍然会收集它们。她对把所有肮脏事物聚集于一处感到十分欣慰。<br>离清除所有碎片的日子会因此来得更加容易。<br>这个迷宫异常地险恶，而她因此来到这里，信心满满地想要收集其中所有的碎片。<br><br>围绕那迷宫的是闪闪发光的美好回忆，如同一片不断变化的海洋。<br>当她步入迷宫时，那片海洋退向两边，仅有少数碎片加入了她身后的行列。<br>然而，在边行走边分散那些美好回忆的碎片时，她犹豫了。自己被希望夹在中间，面前等待着她的却只有绝望。<br>她紧咬着自己的嘴唇……而她的心也动摇了。}}

It had been a while, and so she'd grown confident.<br><br>In the time since she began she'd explored much of this glass and mirror world, and she'd gathered<br>countless shards. Like an unending scarf they formed around her neck and trailed long behind her. Now,<br>she stood atop a fallen tower and looked out ahead with a smile. The terrible memories of other places<br>twisted behind her menacingly.<br><br>She was gazing at a place that had always caught her eye, but she'd refrained from ever going toward it. It<br>was some sort of distant labyrinth turning into the sky with insane geometry. Of course, it was more glass.<br>Of course, she could feel its filth pulsing all the way out here.

Although she still had no idea how to go about it, she intended to be rid of the terrible fragments that<br>followed her eventually. To that end she was gathering them. She at least took comfort in having the bad all<br>in one place. That would make clearing it away one day all the more easier. This labyrinth was particularly<br>bad, and she felt confident in gathering its fragments too.<br><br>The maze was surrounded by a glittering and ever-shifting sea of good memories. As she made her way<br>toward the maze, the sea parted, only a few shards coming to join the trail behind her. However, while<br>walking the path and scattering the good shards she suddenly hesitated. Now flanked by hope, with<br>despair before her, she chewed on her lip...and her heart wavered.}}

 而在她真的做出觉悟之前，她已经站在了那不可思议之迷宫的入口处。<br><br>一时的冲动，促使她将手伸向那些美好的碎片。碎片之中是花田的回忆，而那些回忆在她的身边组成了花环。<br>她并不知晓原因，而脑中那些所谓的原因，实际上也帮不了她任何忙。}}

Once upon a time, surely, things had to have been better.<br><br>The girl remembered nothing. and since awaking in the world of glass she'd only ever known other<br>memories. Because of this, she'd drawn many conclusions and had few second thoughts. She'd been<br>assured of the idea that nothing in the glass and nothing in this world held any worth. Filth and awfulness,<br>tears and pain, a small smile, and death.<br><br>But once upon a time, things had to have been better. Simple rules are often true: shadows are begotten<br>from light. Shadow lurked at her back, and now she was surrounded by light.<br><br>When she'd stepped into these waves of joy and purity, she hadn't given it a second thought. She'd become<br>so absorbed in evil that she had forgotten simple good. To be honest it was more than her heart simply<br>wavering, now. She was overwhelmed. For every glint of hope that caught her eye on the way to the jagged<br>maze, she paused and questioned everything. There was an answer she did not want to acknowledge,<br>immersed in this scene of light and chaos. She didn't want to think about it. She wouldn’t allow herself to<br>think about it.

And, before she really could, she stood before the entrance to the impossible labyrinth.<br><br>On impulse, she reached out to the better glass and memories of flowering fields came to follow around<br>her in a ring. She didn't know why, nor if they would help.}}

 当她兴高采烈地撕碎大片的迷宫，将走道翻入半空时，脸上的笑容扭曲了起来。<br>她畏缩了；她的脑内绝对有什么不对劲的地方。在这片迷宫的中心，有着 “ 什么事物 ” ，<br>比任何她曾见到的回忆都邪恶。她可以感受到那样事物——那事物如今与她十分接近，正呼喊着她。<br>她的热情已经干涸，而她的脚步也逐渐放慢。下一刻，她看见了那片散发邪恶气息的玻璃碎片在空中旋转着，<br> 其中含括的是一个世界走向灭亡的回忆。<br><br>一只手搭在脸上的她，朝着那镜像世界望去。她依然记得她身下那片充满欢乐与幸福的海洋，<br>与那如今环绕在她身边的花圈。她已经掀掉了迷宫的顶端一角，而墙壁也纷纷开始崩塌。<br>阴暗的玻璃在她身边缓缓坠落，而远方的美好回忆则闪耀着明亮的光芒。<br><br>她透过指缝观看着那世界末日之景。她咽了口口水，靠着那股不知名的勇气，将手从自己的脸上移开。<br>她伸出了手，把那世界尽头收入了自己所搜集的无数回忆之中。<br>这片存在颠覆了一切，她也进而感受到心中那份货真价实的，如浪潮般的狂喜。无论之后的回忆有多么可怕，<br> 与此种记忆相比都算不上一缕羽毛。她确定自己已经变得足够强大，而她理所当然地想立刻把一切都摧毁。<br>就这样，伴随着那抹真诚的微笑与疲惫的笑声，她从天空中降落到了地面上。<br>那座古老的塔楼在她的力量驱使下逐渐陨落，化为了一座废墟。<br>而她则怀抱着英雄般的信念，坚定不移地迈步向前。}}

She didn't know it, but she had a name. If she knew it, perhaps she wouldn't have entered the twisted<br>black maze. It may have been a meaningful name that may have made her doubts much stronger. But she<br>didn't know, she ground her teeth, and she reaffirmed her beliefs. The light from before would not shake her,<br>the light of the flower ring would not shake her.<br>She entered the dark structure and started tearing it apart.<br><br>Each wall pulled away was made of misery, each facet held horrors, and the corners were comprised of fear.<br>This was a castle of iniquity. Simply put, it was grotesque. It was powerfully grotesque.<br><br>And that girl, her grin returned. This was it. Climbing through it, running through it, this was the kind of<br>disgusting monolith that had compelled her into action in the first place. She hadn't been wrong. The glass<br>should only be shattered. The mirrors should only be destroyed.

And as she gleefully pulled away great swathes of the maze, hallways tumbling into the air, her smile<br>became warped. She winced; something was wrong with her head. At the heart of the maze, there was<br>*something* worse than any memory before. She could feel it, close now, calling to her. Her enthusiasm<br>had drained, and her progress had slowed, and she saw a wicked shard of glass turning in space,<br>containing the memory of the end of a world.<br><br>With a hand on her face, she looked into the mirrored world. She remembered the sea of pleasant realities<br>below her and the flowers now circling around her. She'd taken down part of the maze's roof and the walls<br>had subsequently fallen away. Dark glass rained slowly around her, and in the distance the better memories<br>shone brightly.<br><br>She looked into the end of the world between her fingers. She swallowed, and with newfound strength,<br>removed the hand from her face. She reached out, and dragged the end of the world into her collection of<br>memories. With this monolith toppled, she felt an honest and genuine surge of bliss. However terrible the<br>memories she faced from now on would be, it couldn ’t possibly matter. She was certain now that she was<br>strong, and she would definitely destroy them all. And so, with a genuine smile and a tired laugh, she came<br>down from the sky, and the tower along with her.}}

Perhaps she should have worried, because her heart was suddenly in pain.<br><br>She drew back, covered her mouth, and her eyes went wide in confusion. She had been standing on the<br>floor of a gigantic and bitter maze that doubled as a tower, but she now began to fall to her knees. Before<br>she hit the ground, the structure began to break and fall first.<br><br>The memories of sorrowful days that she had gathered came around her like a cloak, the tower's memories<br>turned from a falling slow rain into a downpour. She and the maze fell like stones, and although she should<br>have been terrified to drop so far and so fast, all she could feel was confusion.<br><br>She splashed down into a sea of the fragmented happiness of other worlds. The waves she and the crashing<br>labyrinth caused were immense. Glass pushed against glass in a way that could be described as both ugly<br>and beautiful, and she knelt at the center of that storm.

She was confused because she was hurting. Everything hurt. Her heart was bursting. The cloak of memories<br>that she'd collected turned into a grotesque sphere and surrounded her. The world of white disappeared<br>from her vision, leaving only horrible things. Heaving, sweating, and trembling, she looked into the glass,<br>into the Arcaea, deeply. And as she came to realize that her heart was breaking,<br><br>That her sanity was breaking,<br><br>The memory of the end of the world that she'd seen earlier slowly drifted into view.}}

The girl had felt many emotions since her waking into the white and ruined world. Mostly, she'd felt anger,<br>but she'd been able to turn that anger into a strange sort of hope. True, she didn't have much of a plan. In<br>fact, she was only walking forward because she believed at the end of her steps there would be something<br>good. She had hope. She was certain that this chaos was leading into light. She was certain that the<br>torments she was facing, that the horrors she was holding, could be completely shattered.<br><br>Yes, she was emotional. She felt so strongly that when faced with the idea that no, in fact, nothing had a<br>purpose...she began to suffer.<br><br>The cruelest fate is to have hope and see it crushed before your eyes. And so the girl sat on her knees in a<br>malformed circle of death, looking at a world coming to its end. This was the first time she had felt the<br>emotion of sadness, and it was quickly turning into despair. The world of Arcaea was a pointless world. It<br>was the manifestation of worlds gone. It had no substance, only the reflections of such. Even the glowing<br>and joyful memories she had sometimes encountered on her way were still only memories of the past. Like<br>night comes after day, they had to have led into the end she now saw spinning slowly in the air before her.<br>Her eyes welled with tears.<br><br>She had felt so much since waking up.

She'd felt joy. Joy left her.<br><br>She'd felt fear. Fear left her.<br><br>Anger left her.<br><br>Hope left her.<br><br>Even sadness and despair now left her.<br><br>Her eyes went dark and she could feel resonance with the glass. The shell of memories around her began to<br>crack and split open. She emerged from it and stood in the blinding light, and couldn't feel anything at all.}}

Like an ocean stained with oil, the memories of a cursed labyrinth and the memories she had brought with<br>her all fell and muddled into the soothing glass around her. Most of them churned into a gray mass, some<br>would suddenly jut up from the ground like spikes. She went still, and slowly looked over every shard,<br>just...counting them. Even when memories came shooting up sharply near her eyes, she continued to count.<br><br>Eventually she lifted a finger, beckoning some of the shards toward her. And, with a simple thought, the<br>fragments came together in the shape of a fragile butterfly. She commanded it into the sky, to reflect the<br>world of white, and when it came down again to tell her what it had seen, with a simple thought she slowly<br>tore off each of its wings, and let it fall into nothing. Then, she walked forward from the corrupted sea,<br>willing each pillar of lost time that entered her path to explode and shatter.

---<br><br>Time passed. She changed.<br><br>She no longer sought to collect memories. She walked through the world mostly absently. She discovered<br>things about it and about herself, but she had no ambitions.<br><br>Now she walked beside an old and crumbling building, twirling a parasol she had found in the ruins some<br>day. Silently, a creature formed of glass reflecting bitter days glided down toward her from the sky. It<br>resembled a glistening and jagged crow, and it was something she considered no more than a tool. After<br>that day at the now-fallen tower, she'd become more in-tune with the chaotic Arcaea and was able to call<br>upon things like this. In its own way, it whispered to her of places beyond her reach in the blinding white<br>world. Glaring at it, she had it burst and fall apart, and she moved on.

These crows of hers sickened her with news. The world was empty, that's all they said. That she knew.<br>She'd never find anyone else here.<br><br>She wanted to. She needed to. But, it was not because she hoped to have someone to share her fate with.<br><br>She needed to let this frustration out on something alive. She needed someone to hurt.}}

 在这座既没有墙壁，又不存在屋顶，只能靠着仅剩骨架的长椅与白色的蜡烛辨别出场所的教堂之中，<br>身着黑衣的少女伫立于那幸存的老旧大门旁，凝视着片刻前才遇到的另一人。<br><br>一切都很单纯：长久以来，她的情绪都处于低谷，直到自己的面前终于出现了一个货真价实，有血有肉的人。<br> 她并没有感到过于激动。她甚至心如止水。于她脸庞上浮现的那抹微笑仅仅是道敷衍却无法制止的谎言。<br>那段谎言对身着白衣的少女打招呼道， “ 很高兴见到你 ” 。毫无意义。<br><br>少女用干涸的话语声问道： “ 你叫什么名字？ ” 也许在曾经，她也如此意识到自己已经太久没有开口说过话。<br><br> “ 我的……名字？我……我不清楚， ” 散发光芒的少女如此回应，<br> “ 你呢？啊——我是指，记得你自己的……名字…… ”<br><br>她并没有给予回答。 “ 这件事…… ” 是她走神望向那华丽的墙壁时所说的一切。<br><br>纯白色的少女不禁露出了烦闷的表情。

 这……成为了一场怪异的相会。尽管黑衣少女并不知晓，但白衣少女与她一样，心中未流淌着任何热情。<br> 如同火苗忽然沐浴于寒风，她那不断黯淡的希望正在摇曳闪烁。现在，她变得不太舒服，心中焦虑而警戒。<br>一丝轻薄却无可撼动，且不合时令的气氛穿梭于二人之间。对她而言，<br>发生在这个世界的这场相遇本身便是个单纯的…… “ 错误 ” 。这些总是存在于四周，<br>如今已散布于破碎的地面之上的玻璃，也正体现出了这种违和之感。<br><br>正常情况下，这些碎片会朝她们无法抑制地一拥而上： “ 快乐 ” 涌向白衣少女，而 “ 悲痛 ” 则是朝向黑衣少女。<br>这一刻，每一片碎片都仅仅是停滞于空中。或许有半百片镜面静悄悄地悬浮与少女们的身旁，<br>捕捉着她们四周大约一半的虚无景象。当白衣少女试着呼唤它们时，它们甚至都不会摇晃一下。<br>面前的一切使她感到心神不宁：幸福与恐惧并肩存在，一同闪烁，也皆无动作。<br>唯独那片她能够亲手握紧——那片曾经使她重获自由的碎片——自始至终对她锲而不舍。

 她紧盯着阴霾中的少女。 “ 如果我们两人都在这儿， ” 她开口道，身体前倾，<br> “ 那你觉得我们能不能结伴同行？我们……我们也许能互帮互助，说不定还…… ”<br><br>她止住了话语。另一位少女正凝视着那空旷的，如画布一般的天空，脸上空洞的神色显得毫无感情。<br>她看似并未聆听——但实际上，她已将每一个字刻入了脑海。<br><br> “ 说不定还…… ” 被黑暗包裹的少女重复道。话语虚弱而又模糊……自从她于苦痛之中再生，<br>她的灵魂便感觉如同一道阴暗而冷酷的深渊。然而，当她听到这个提议时，<br>某种存在于她心中的事物仍然开始闪出微光——无比短暂，且极为微弱。<br>只是，对现在的她而言，就算是如此细小的事情，<br>也足够穿破自她再次苏醒过来便一直尝试扼杀她呼吸的失意面纱。

 而少女残余的过去：那个首先苏醒于这片世界的对立，仍然违抗着这段象征 “ 结局 ” 的未来——<br>抵抗着彻底放弃的想法。她想要得到第二次机会。<br><br>但她并非诚心的答案还不足以激发面前那个女孩的信心。她们的相遇始终被小心翼翼的氛围所笼罩。<br>才恢复感官不久的光早已发现Arcaea的世界远超过了漂亮所能形容的范畴——当然，也远不够被形容为安全。<br><br>尽管如此，两位少女仍会开口交谈，期望局面会向某个更好的方向发展。

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In the unwalled, unroofed church, known only by its skeleton chairs and white candles, the girl in black<br>stands near the remaining old gate, looking at the person she's just met.<br><br>It's actually quite simple: she’s been upset for so long, and now a true flesh-and-blood person is finally in<br>front of her. She isn't thrilled. She isn't even excited. The smile on her face is an effortless lie—but it's one<br>she can't help but tell. It says to white-clothed girl before her, "pleasure to meet you." It means nothing.<br><br>"What's your name?" she asks in a dry voice. Maybe, in the past, she'd have realized how long it had been<br>since she'd last spoken.<br><br>"My... name? I... I'm not sure," replies the radiant girl. "Do you? Oh—know your own... name, I mean... "<br><br>She doesn't answer the question. "That's something..." are her only words as she looks off toward an<br>ornate wall.<br><br>The girl in white gives a bothered expression.<br>

This... was turning out to be a strange meeting. Though the one in black doesn't know it, the one white<br>is beginning to share the darker girl's lack of enthusiasm. Like a fire in a sudden chill wind, her hope<br>flickers and wanes. Now she grows uncomfortable, anxious, and wary. A slight but unshakable atmosphere<br>drifts between them, one that feels unmistakably off. To her, it seems as though their very meeting is<br>something the world finds to be simply... "wrong". The ever-present glass, now scattered unevenly<br>throughout and above the broken grounds, reflects that strange feeling.<br><br>Ordinarily, these shards would flock to them without their bidding: "happiness" to the girl in white,<br>"tragedies" to the girl in black. Right now, every piece of glass in the air stands still. Perhaps half a<br>hundred mirrors are quietly suspended around the girls, half-catching images of the empty place that<br>surrounds them. When the girl in white tries to call out to them, they will not even waver. It unsettles her:<br>happiness placed beside horror, equally glinting and equally motionless. The only piece that will follow her<br>is the one she can hold—the one that set her free.

She stares hard at the shadow girl. "If we're in this together," she begins, leaning forward, "then what do<br>you think about staying together? We... We could help each other, and maybe..."<br><br>She stops. The other girl is staring into the empty, canvas-like sky with a blank and uninformative<br>expression. She doesn't seem to be listening, but in truth she has followed every word.<br><br>"Maybe... " the dark girl echoes. It's faint... After her reincarnation into misery, her soul itself had felt like<br>a dull, grim abyss. However, when she heard this proposal, something inside her shimmered—very briefly<br>and very weakly. However, as she is now, even something as tiny as that was able to pierce the shroud of <br>frustration that had been endlessly choking her since she'd reawakened.

And the remnant of the girl she used to be, the Tairitsu who had first woken up in this world, rebelled<br>against the prospect of “the end ” —against the idea of giving up. She wanted a second chance.<br><br>But her halfhearted answer isn’t enough to inspire confidence in the girl standing opposite her.<br>Their meeting remains careful, cautious. The Hikari who recently returned to her senses now knows<br>that the world of Arcaea is far more than pretty—and far less than safe.<br><br>And yet the two girls will speak, with the hope that it will lead to something better.}}

 她们的交谈持续着。<br><br> “ 要是我们能够用名字相互称呼，事情的确会好很多呢， ” 对立用沙哑的声音说道。<br>她的双目再次开始失去象征生命的光辉。<br><br>另一位少女——光——留意到这一事后，不禁略感不适。<br> “ 是呢。我并不是很愿意去思考这种事：身在这个遍布回忆的世界的我们，脑海中却没有任何记忆， ”<br>她承认道。<br><br>此时此刻，她们正坐在同一张长凳之上，尽管相距甚远。她们来到了这曾为第一排座椅的地方，<br>而前方的几个台阶则连接着一面宽大空旷的平台。白衣少女无精打采地注视着她的新朋友，眼中满是担忧。<br> 而黑衣少女则是扫视着面前那宽敞的空间、那片天空，以及那些浮夸而又死气沉沉的建筑结构——<br>但这么做的她，其实似乎对那些事物没抱有任何兴趣。<br><br>正在仰望天空之际，她突发奇想地说起话。 “ 这玻璃……你知道它们叫什么吗？ ”<br><br> “ 呃？喔……总之，虽然不太清楚原因，但我知道它们叫作‘Arcaea’。 ”

“ 和我一样， ” 对立如此回答，当今正朝光的方向看去， “ 所以，我们两个究竟哪里不同？ ”<br><br>光露出一抹遗憾的微笑。 “ 我不知道哎， ” 她如此说道， “ 除了我们外表上的不同。 ”<br><br> “ 那我们试着弄清楚吧。你在这些玻璃中见到的都是什么样的回忆？ ”<br><br> “ 基本只有令人愉快的那些。 ”<br><br>对立叹了口气。 “ 那我们就是截然相反的…… ” 她苦涩地回话道，低头瞧向她的双脚，<br> “ 那可以假设一下我们是唯二漫游于此的人。如果真是这样，那我们的相反特征可真是非同寻常的要素。 ”<br><br> “ 你在Arcaea之中看不到愉快的回忆吗？ ” 光疑问，身子稍微靠向与她交谈的这位伙伴， “ 嗯，对不起…… ”

“ ……总之，事情就是如此， ” 另一位少女说道。一时间，她们陷入沉默，直到对立首先打破沉静，<br> “ 但根据你之前说的话……我猜，你所见的那些快乐的回忆也没有带给你多愉快的经历吧。怎样？我猜得对吗？ ”<br><br>对这番猜测，光点了点头： “ 我并不是想说自己的经历从苏醒以来便一直那么糟糕，但……<br>你知道吗，曾经我收集了足够多的碎片，以至于它们足以覆盖整片天空。<br>当我那样做了之后时，那片崭新的天空几乎将我杀死……<br>我能感觉到那时天空散发的光芒缓慢地侵蚀了我的心智……说实话，那件事情的确是我自作自受。 ”<br><br>少女们坚信自己该向对方阐述真相。<br><br>在光讲述完自己沉浸于光芒之中的那场天真烂漫而危险重重的旅程后，<br>对立冷冷地叙述了她于黑暗的龙卷中那几番悲惨的挣扎。<br>她们从某些方面而言，的确截然不同。但两人之间某个必然存在的共同点，此刻已变得十分显著：<br>于一个无意义的世界中渴求着一丝意义。她们所处的世界也许十分美好，但其中的残酷性质却毋庸置疑。

 光已重振决心，但在不久前，她 “ 本身的存在 ” 就逐渐被这古怪而又冷清的地方所威胁。<br>而对立，却保持着伤痕累累的模样：残暴与愤怒充盈的欲望，如同海啸般连绵不断地涌出她的身体。<br>尽管在这场谈话的过程中，她已尽全力试图保持友善的模样，<br>源于胸腔的每一口疾喘却不是轻而易举就能掩饰住的。<br>眼前这个有血有肉的人，对她而言简直是完美的施虐对象。<br>那身着白衣的少女，一定早已注意到这位黑衣少女总是间隙性地用颤栗的双手将伞柄握得更紧。<br><br>这场谈话一点都不轻松——她们彼此都深知这一点。<br><br>但她们将全力进行抗争。

“ 我只是觉得我……我真的很希望遇见另一个人， ” 对立言为心声， “ 甚至该说……也许是在几天前，<br>这曾是我心中唯一的期盼。只是，自从我踏出了那漆黑的外壳，我便意识到，要自己坚守如此单纯的愿望……<br> 真的太艰难了。我只是单纯不知道该怎么振作自己……当我内心未感到空虚的时候，<br> 其中涌现的却只有肮脏而扭曲的血液。都是些恶心又残破不堪的事物…… ” 她注视着光，<br>“ 就算到此刻，我心中仍在思考自己究竟多么想要伤害你。 ”<br><br> “ 没关系的…… ” 另一位女孩说道， “ 如果我有过与你同样的经历，或许真的会感同身受。<br>只是呢，我不认为你对某一件事实的认知是正确的。我不认为你的心就像你说的那样破碎不堪。 ”<br><br>对立与她四目相对，仿佛在问这怎么可能。<br><br> “ 看吧——你退缩了哦， ” 光用心地分析着， “ 就算在现在也一样。这让我知道，就算经历过那么多的事情，<br> 你仍然是个十分善良的人——始终如此。你很坚强…… ” 从座椅上忽然站起的她，脸上挂起一抹微笑，<br> “ 你比我要坚强太多， “ 她道，不自觉地抬头瞥了一眼那明澈的天空。<br><br> “ 我被外界力量所拯救， ” 她继续说着，又一次与对立视线交汇， “ 而你却拯救了你自己。 ”

Their conversation continues.<br><br>"It would certainly be nice if we had names to share," says Tairitsu in a fraying voice. Her eyes are again <br>beginning to lose the shine of life.<br><br>The other girl, Hikari, notices that with some discomfort. "Yes, I can't say I like to think about it: not having<br>any memories in a world filled with them," she admits.<br><br>At the moment, they sit upon the same pew, though not close. They've gone to what was once the front row,<br>and a few steps in front of them lead up to a wide, flat floor. The girl in white is slouched, watching her new <br>acquaintance with worry painting her gaze. The girl in black is examining the empty place in front of them,<br>the sky, the dead and distant grandiose architecture —but she does so seemingly without concern or interest.<br><br>While watching, she begins to speak unprompted. "This glass. Do you know a name for it?"<br><br>"Huh? Oh... Well, for whatever reason, I know the name 'Arcaea'."

"Same as me," says Tairitsu, now looking Hikari's way. "So, how are we different?"<br><br>Hikari offers an apologetic smile. "I don't know," she says, "aside from our difference in looks."<br><br>"Let's find out, then. What kind of memories do you see in the glass?"<br><br>"Almost only pleasant ones."<br><br>Tairitsu sighs. "Then we're opposites..." she remarks bitterly, looking to her feet. "Let's say we're the only two<br>walking around this place. If that's true, our opposition could matter a great deal. ”<br><br>"You don't see happy memories through the Arcaea?" asks Hikari, leaning slightly toward her conversation<br>partner. "I'm sorry..."

"...That's just how it is," says the other girl. For a short while they remain silent, until Tairitsu speaks again.<br>"But from what you've said... I suspect even your pleasant memories haven't resulted in a happy life for you<br>here. Well? Am I correct?"<br><br>To this, Hikari nods. "I don't mean to make it sound as though I've had it rough since waking up, but...<br>You see, I once gathered enough piece that they could cover the sky. When I did, that new sky almost<br>killed me... I felt like the light was slowly eroding my mind... I think it was mainly my own fault, to be honest."<br><br>They both feel it's best to be honest.<br><br>After Hikari tells of her naive and dangerous journey bathed in light, Tairitsu coldly recounts her tragic<br>struggles through maelstroms of dark. The two are certainly different in quite a few ways, but one definite <br>commonality becomes clear between them: a want of sense in a senseless world. The world around them<br>may be beautiful, but it has also been cruel.

Hikari has resolved herself, but it wasn't long ago that her very "self" had been threatened by this strange,<br>unfeeling place. For Tairitsu, it has left her scarred: persistent, panging compulsions toward violence and<br>wrath continue to roll up from within her like tides. Even throughout their discussions here, despite her<br>desire to be amicable, smothering each urge from her breast has been no easy feat. This living, breathing<br>person beside her is too enticing a target to release her frustrations on. The girl in white doesn't fail to <br>notice how the girl in black's hold on her umbrella periodically tightens into a trembling, aggravated grip.<br><br>It hasn't been easy—a fact that holds true for the both of them.<br><br>But they continue to fight.

"I think I just... I really wanted to meet somebody else," Tairitsu reveals. "Even... perhaps a few months ago,<br>that may have been all I really wanted. However... ever since I stepped out of that black shell, I've found it<br>difficult to hold on to a such an innocent desire. I just can't muster it. When my chest isn’t feeling empty,<br>I can't muster anything in it that isn't vile and wicked impulse. Disgusting, broken thing..." She looks at <br>Hikari. "Even now, I keep thinking about how much I want to hurt you."<br><br>"That's fine..." says the other girl. "Maybe I'd feel that same way if I’d gone through everything that you did.<br>But I don't think you’re right about one thing. I don’t think your heart is as broken as you feel."<br><br>Tairitsu meets her eyes, as if asking how that could be.<br><br>"Look—you're holding back," explains Hikari, "even now. That tells me that even after everything, you're a<br>very good person—still. You’re strong." She smiles and stands from her seat. "You're a lot stronger than me,"<br>she says, casting a momentary glance into the brilliant sky.<br><br>"I was rescued," she continues, meeting Tairitsu's eyes once more. "You rescued yourself."

The shimmer inside the dark girl's chest becomes a faint glow, and an ache pulses through her.<br>That's not true, she thinks. It isn't that simple, she thinks. She failed, and the old her died that day when<br>the labyrinth collapsed. She'd felt nothing after that, and when feeling came back to her, it was nothing but<br>contempt. When she’d met this girl, even, it made her want to do nothing more than take a blade and run<br>her through.<br><br>No, she hasn’t rescued herself. However... perhaps she hasn't simply been seeking someone out to harm.<br>Perhaps the truth is that she’s been awaiting something impossible to give her one last ray of hope.<br>Hikari is too meek and unsure to directly comfort her, but her presence and lack of aggression signal this:<br>she may be that last, fledgling ray.

What pains Tairitsu's heart is that very innocent realization.<br><br>Her posture weakens. Hikari notices and moves to see if she can do something. But she is still unsure,<br>and so she is ultimately unable to reach out for the other girl. She stands before Tairitsu with her arms<br>half-raised, and in a few moments the girl in black stands by herself. Hikari drops her hands, and takes<br>a step back. Around them, the glass sways with their movement, and one in particular begins to shine a<br>bit differently from the others. In its reflection is something familiar, yet impossible.<br><br>It is a vision that, surely, nobody could have seen:<br><br>the briefest wicked flicker of a most strange and anomalous memory.}}

 她们两人各站一方。对立单手捂住胸口，手指因连续疾喘所带来的煎熬而加倍施力。<br>她重新振作了起来，而这一切都得归功于那位白衣女孩。光赠予了她珍贵的最后一次安慰。<br>这一切并未注定走向结局。在这纯白又刺眼的地狱之中，还存在最后一条能够使她逃离一切梦魇的道路。<br><br>尽管虚弱无力，但在深吁出一口气之际，一抹真诚的微笑仍是显现于她的脸庞。<br> “ 让我们一起做件有意义的事吧， ” 她敞开心扉道，<br> “ 让我们搞清楚这愚蠢而又荒谬的世界究竟是怎么一回事。 ”<br><br> “ 这世界也——也没有多愚蠢啦， ” 光温和地反驳道，略微用力地微笑着。<br>她并不全心全意地喜欢这另一位少女，但至少能确认一件事：<br>虽然表面上看不出来，但这女生绝对不是一个邪恶的人——更是似乎……截然相反。<br>而单单这一个事实，便足以成为与她结伴而行的最佳理由。<br>总而言之，一个 “ 好 ” 人……这种话绝对不会被她用来形容自己。

 但就在她这样想着的时候，对立的心情变化了。 “ 是什么让你说出那种话的？ ”<br>不断喘着粗气的她如此问道，尽管问题本身听上去更像是在责备。<br>她的双瞳空洞无光，冰冷的视线直射对面。 “ 你应该比我更了解这种事：<br>这个地方可以在女生因鲁莽使自己被愉悦的事物包围时彻底摧毁这女生的心智。<br> “ 她站得笔直，边平息着自己的呼吸边宁定着视线，<br><br>她那坚定的信念使得另一位少女失落了片刻，但光却不再是一个对任何事物都漠不关心的女孩。<br>她拾起星点的自信，挺直身子，阐述了她的观点。<br><br> “ 我们依然活着， “ 她说， ” 而如果这世界让我们活下去，那它就绝不是最为糟糕的地方。<br><br> “ 哈啊……？ ” 另一位少女眼含凌厉， “ 你错了……如果一个世界允许生命的存在，<br>却只是用无尽的污秽与梦魇去荼毒生灵，那这个世界根本就是不公平的。 ”<br><br> “ 好……好吧。也许的确不是那样，可是…… ”<br><br> “ 可是？！ ” 对立质问道。

“ 但那样的目光也太短浅了！你究竟想要做什么事？ ”<br><br> ” 毁灭一切。这世界，这些玻璃……我要毁灭所有东西。我会找出正确的方法。<br>这想法十分合理，不是吗？ ” 她依照事实诉说着， “ 我想你一定会与这想法产生共鸣。<br>除了被当成一座过于宽敞的监狱，这世界对你而言还能是什么地方？ ”<br><br> “ 毁灭这世界……？就算……就算你办得到，这也只会让一切走向终点啊！<br>我们直到目前为止，能确定真实存在的世界也仅此而已！<br>如果我们以某种方式毁灭了它，那我们难道不是会把自己也摧毁吗？<br>难道你会……难道你宁可死在这里？为什么……这种想法简直太过分了！ ”<br><br> “ 不，不会有关系的， ” 对立冷漠地说道。<br><br>并没有预料到这种回答的光立刻沉默了下来。对立的话语太过于骇人，而包含的更是只有悲伤……<br><br>在光沉默之际，对立继续起了她的质问： “ 你有任何别的想法？或者其他计划？ ”

“ 不……我没有。我只是想要和……和你一起找一个办法，<br> ” 另一位少女这样承认道 ， 话语声中流淌着清晰的消沉。<br><br>在方才一番振作后，对立其实就已经认识到了这一点。这使她暂停了质问。<br>要责骂这位新认识的同伴实在是太过容易了。她知道自己的行为举止蛮横无理。<br>理所当然，不久前才搜寻到一线崭新希望的她，更是能十分容易地察觉自己在这之前是多么冷血。<br>只是，在面对另一个人心中的希望时，她却选择去摧毁那希望。说实话，她难道还不够狭隘？<br>在过去，她脑海中类似的信念使她不仅永远无法体会到满足与平静，更是离解决眼前的问题愈来愈远。<br>不，她的任性只会带领她走向一条污秽而黯淡的荆棘之路。<br>心中怀揣这样的思想，她终于扑灭了心中那注定爆燃的烈焰。<br>若她想要牵起这女孩的手……她就必须同时承担这女孩用双手竭力保护着的希望之光。<br><br> “ 对……对不起， ” 她完全抛开了自己过激的感情，低下头真挚地道了歉，<br> “ 我……其实也有一样的想法。我也想与你一起找出一些新办法。 ”<br><br>早前因对立的话语而被削弱的自信，如今又被光重拾回心中。她对自己的新朋友说：<br> “ 没关系的。毕竟，你的确经历过一段我不了解的时光呢。 ”

 只不过，燃烧于对立心中的正义之火刚刚才恰到好处。<br><br>最终，那道烈火也只持续了一瞬间，<br>就像是闪烁的火光一般——但却足以惹恼沉眠于那些碎片之中的某一片玻璃。<br><br>它就这样苏醒过来——并且自主性地朝着二人的所在处飘去，不引起她们的一丝注意。<br><br> “ 不要失去希望， ” 缠绕光芒的少女说道， “ 无论多么糟糕的事情，都有好转的那一刻。 ”<br><br>不断闪烁着渐变的色彩，那片碎片径直闯入两人中间。它同时引起了她们的注意——<br>但它却只向着那位身着一袭黑衣的少女呈现碎片所蕴藏的记忆。}}

They stand apart, Tairitsu holding a hand over her chest, fingers clenched and struggling as she takes heavy<br>breaths. She is reinvigorated, in no small part thanks to the girl in white. Hikari has given her one precious,<br>final reassurance. It does not have to be the end. One last path out of this white and blinding hell still exists.<br><br>An open, albeit weak, smile cuts along her face as she exhales. "Let's do something," she says. "Let's figure<br>out this stupid, absurd world."<br><br>"I-It's not that stupid," says Hikari in mild protest, smiling herself with just as little strength. She isn't entirely<br>positive about the other girl, but she can tell at least one thing: despite appearances, she isn’t evil.<br>Quite the opposite, it seems. If anything, that alone is reason enough to join hands with this new potential<br>ally. A "good" person... is not exactly how she'd readily describe herself, after all.

However, while she thinks this, Tairitsu’s mood turns. "What makes you say that?" asks the panting girl,<br>though her delivery of the question sounds much more like an accusation. Her eyes are almost hollow as<br>they bore coldly into her opposite. "You might understand it even better than me. This is the kind of place<br>that would break a girl for the audacity of surrounding herself in pleasures and joys." She stands up<br>straight, calms her breath, and steadies her gaze, bringing the hand over her chest to the handle of her<br>parasol. "That's unconscionable. You don't agree?"<br><br>Her strength of conviction puts the other girl down for a moment, but Hikari is no longer one who is incapable<br>of any caring. Gathering a modicum of confidence, she stands up straight herself, and delivers her explanation.<br><br>"We're alive," she says, "and if a world can permit that, then it can't be the worst thing."<br><br>"Hah...?" The other girl's glare intensifies. "No... If a world can permit life, only to plague that life with ills<br>and grief, then that world is not just."<br><br>"W-Well, maybe not, but—"<br><br>"But?" demands Tairitsu.

"But that's shortsighted! What is it that you want to do, exactly?"<br><br>"Destroy everything. The world, the glass, all of it. I'll find a way. It's only fair, right?" she explains as a <br>matter of fact. "I would think you'd resonate with the idea. What has this world been for you other than<br>an expansive prison?"<br><br>"Destroy it...? Even... Even if you could, it would only end everything! This is the only world we know of<br>that exists for certain, isn't it? If we somehow destroyed it, could we not simply destroy ourselves as well?<br>Would you... You’d rather die than live here? Why, that's... that's ridiculous!"<br><br>"No, that's fine," says Tairitsu simply.<br><br>Hikari, not expecting that answer, falls silent. Tairitsu's words were too frightening, and far too sad.<br><br>In her silence, Tairitsu continues her interrogation. "Do you have some other idea? Some other plan?"

"No... I don't. I wanted to find—to find a plan with you," admits the other girl, and dismay is clear in her tone.<br><br>And Tairitsu, in her recent recovery, recognizes this. It makes her pause. It had been too easy to lash out<br>at this new acquaintance. She knew she wasn't being reasonable. Indeed, having just found herself with<br>burgeoning hope again, she could clearly see how cold she’d been until their meeting. And yet, when faced<br>with another’s hope, she'd attacked. Truly, was she that petty? In the past, this conviction of hers has never<br>brought her satisfaction or peace, much less resolution. No, her willfulness has only ever led her down a<br>dark, thorny path stained with gloom. With this in mind, she extinguishes the fire rising in her heart that<br>had been so sure of its need to burn. If she wants to take this girl's hand... she cannot reject the ideas it holds.<br><br>"I... I'm sorry," she apologizes, her passion now fully relinquished. She lowers her head for a moment.<br>"I... feel the same. I want to work to find something new as well."<br><br>Hikari regains a bit of her self-assurance, which had been brought low before Tairitsu. She tells her new<br>friend, "It's alright. You've had a time here I could probably never understand."

 光。<br>对立。<br><br>假设她们知晓对方的名字，甚至仅仅是清楚自己本人的姓名——若真如此，<br>二人自始至今的感受也会发生改变吗？<br> “ 光 ” 与 “ 对立 ” ……存在于这片光怪陆离的世界之中，此般崇高的称呼……<br>若真如此，她们是否又会静下心来思考蕴藏于自己姓名的深层含义——也会走上截然不同的道路吗？<br><br>抑或者无论发生何种分歧、矛盾，无论曾经做出哪些抉择，在何时得到幸运的眷顾——<br>随之产生偏移的世界线，却终将收束至二人此刻的水火不容？<br><br>光并不会知晓确切的答案。她直至如今都不知道自己的名字。<br>而在这相同的前提下，对立却命中注定被自己的知识所诅咒。<br>她心中早已清楚，二人间的这场针锋相对，无论如何都会来临。<br><br>不可能会产生任何改变。原本一切就不会发生改变。<br><br>白衣少女与黑衣少女，绝不可能和睦相处。<br><br>这一切必然因果，最终只会导致——

“ 呃啊！ ”<br><br>当面前那位宿敌将刀刃划向她时，光随之发出一声惊叫。她立刻举起手，而玻璃碎片也随之互相冲击。<br>碎片悬停于空中，闪闪发亮——丝毫没有受到损伤。<br>而透过自身碎片所倒映的景象，光终于窥见了自己那张因恐慌与痛苦而变得煞白的脸庞。<br><br>一次流露真情实意的交流——却造成了这场令人心碎的冲突。<br><br>对面那女孩的力量实在是太强了——光被冲击得缩起身子，反射般地朝后一退。<br>她的皮肤此刻已经冰凉。<br>她这才察觉到自己近乎无法呼吸。<br><br>少女充满敌意的视线已经无限接近自己。<br>望向那杀意的瞳孔，光意识到那股近乎将自己心脏撕裂的恐惧并不来源于那女孩的袭击。<br>根本不是那样……<br>并不是因为对立的刀刃已经逼迫得越来越近，转眼便要切入自己绷紧的喉咙，<br>而自己却几乎无法做出任何反抗。根本不是那样。

Hikari.<br>Tairitsu.<br><br>If they knew each other’s names, if they even knew their own, would that change how they had felt from<br>then until now? “Light” and “Conflict”... Names so lofty, in a world so bizarre, so outlandish...<br>Would they have considered the meanings, and found different paths?<br><br>Or would any divergence, any turn or taking of a choice, any circumstance or odd spin of fortune’s wheel<br>still have set the two girls into inevitable dissent and discord?<br><br>Hikari, who still does not know her name, would be unsure. Tairitsu, likewise, is however damned with<br>fateful knowledge, and knows dissent and discord between them will always be.<br><br>Nothing will change. Nothing would.<br><br>The girl in white and the girl in black cannot reconcile.<br><br>This, all of this, may only lead to—

“Ah! ”<br><br>Hikari’s voice escapes her when the blade of her foe comes. She raises her hand at once, and with it,<br>glass strikes against glass. It holds, it shines—unbroken, and in her piece Hikari can see her own pale face,<br>agonized and frightened.<br><br>A heartfelt conversation has led to this—to a heart-pounding clash.<br><br>She takes a single step in retreat as her body bends from the force of the other girl’s strength.<br>Her skin goes cold; she finds she can’t breathe.<br><br>She realizes there, looking deep into the now-close eyes of the girl attacking her that her being attacked<br>is not the source of the fright clawing and gripping at her insides. It is not that, nor the fact she can<br>hardly resist as the push of Tairitsu’s blade inches her own nearer and nearer to her taut neck.

No. The sweat in her palm, the breath trapped in her lungs, it’s all because the person before her —the girl<br>who had felt to her a tragic and sorrowful figure only moments before—seems now so utterly changed.<br><br>She is not the person she’d spoken to like a fellow and friend. In fact, she doesn’t seem like a person at all.<br>Her stare is so purposeful, her jaw is unmoving, and those fingers of hers, clutched so tightly they’re now<br>stained red—<br><br>Nothing but a beast garbed in black. A shade, brimming with malice.}}

 只是斩击并未如期而至——<br>晃眼间，闪现在眼前的竟是那把漆黑的阳伞：随着刺耳的破空声，残忍地捅向她的防线。<br><br> “ 唔嗝、呃啊……！ ”<br>痛到喘不过气。整只手仿佛烈火灼烧般疼痛。小拇指——她坚信自己的小拇指一定是被折弯了。<br>异象残片瞬间便滑落出脱力的手掌。意识到自己变得手无寸铁，疼痛折磨下的她迅疾地选择朝后方闪避。<br><br>就连光自己都吃了一惊——自己居然能如此平稳地脚跟落地。<br>并未迟疑，趁此再次朝后方跃去，裙摆随着移动轨迹飞舞空中，<br>这才察觉自己在千钧一发之际躲开了对面的另一招。<br>几乎是贴着自己站立的长椅挥过，命悬一线。<br>这一场纷争，真的无法仅靠语言平息吗？

Let this end peacefully.<br><br>Find common ground.<br><br>Don’t be weak. Don’t falter.<br><br>With these thoughts in mind, Hikari pushes back.<br><br>They have both seen and felt the throes of battle within near countless memories, but vicarious<br>recollections are no substitute for a genuine struggle between life and death.<br><br>Their impromptu blades meet again, entirely without grace. Tairitsu’s strikes stay vicious and direct,<br>while Hikari’s movements are desperate, forever a hair away from a harmful, fatal slip. She only defends;<br>she does nothing more. If she could stop this without violence, she’d do so in a heartbeat.<br><br>Their flurried tussle is hampered by the peculiar surroundings of the broken church: lamps and benches<br>placed under a sky. The two move between the aisles. Tairitsu darts toward Hikari’s feet, but her target<br>remains planted. Hikari lifts the piece of glass that had once served to rescue her, bracing for the rising cut.

But a cut does not come. Instead it is that black parasol: tearing up quickly through the air and cruelly into<br>her waiting guard.<br><br> “Gh...! Hah...! ” she groans, panting. It feels like fire has swallowed her hand, and her small finger —she<br>swears it must have been bent. Her anomalous piece flies from her grasp, and as soon as she is without a<br>weapon, the pained girl withdraws immediately.<br><br>To her own surprise, Hikari lands after her first leap with no waver, no fall. She leaps back again, her dress<br>fluttering, and she finds herself standing atop the pews just in time to avoid another coming blow.<br>So close... Can this not be ended with words?

Even if it could, she can’t even find a single word to say.<br>Even if she could, she isn’t given any chance to speak.<br>And even when, blessed, she is afforded both; gaining enough distance from her pursuer and time alone<br>to begin preparing her voice—<br><br>a new blade shoots out from nowhere—<br><br>it finds her cheek, swift—<br><br>and, just like that, it cuts, glancing across her skin.}}

 光的呼吸节奏被再次打断。她下意识地飞速将手搭在了左脸前方。<br> 移开手心，却只瞧见那抹沾染手指，玷污掌心的色彩。很不幸——她已经对种颜色十分熟悉。<br> 又一次……如同彼时那般，浑身冰冷。<br><br>朝后方摔落而去的间隙，她紧紧地环抱住自己，试图硬生生地止住双臂剧烈的颤抖。<br>她咽下了嘴中聚积的唾液。<br><br>再接着，用那几近失去音量的话语声，哀求道：<br><br>“ 住手…… ”<br><br>尔后，仅是稍微响亮了些许：<br><br>“ 请住手…… ”<br><br>又一片尖锐无比的碎玻璃好似离弦之箭一般急射而来。光随之躲闪——尽管留给自己的反应时间并不超过一秒。<br>碎片眼看就要成功刺入她的上臂。幸好最终只是擦臂而过。<br><br>她终归大喊道： “ 请住手！！ ”

“ 我知道你的计划。 ”<br><br>光的动作戛然而止。片刻间，对立便着陆在距离光有足足五排远的长椅之上。<br><br> “ 你究竟是什么？这世界创造出来的恶魔？ ” 对立质问道。<br><br> “ 什么？！ ”<br><br> “ 你根本只是那些碎片的同类。是从荒芜之地而来，专程前来猎杀我的吧？ ”<br><br> “ 我……不是！ ” 光吼道。<br><br> “ 你自己也不清楚自己到底是什么…… ” 对立喃喃自语道。<br><br>就在此时，光忽然注意到——<br>那女孩的身前身后，已经如蜂群般聚集了相当数量的Arcaea。<br>光对此格外留了心眼。届时，对立仍旧用那沉痛的话语继续低语着。<br> “ 但……既然能够找上我。 ” 她道， “ 那你也一定不是什么好东西。 ”

 光回想起了面前那女孩曾述说的那段过往经历。<br>她石化在了原地。她明白对立是什么意思。<br><br> “ 我才不是……那种…… ” 她嘟哝道，语气中略带着防卫性。<br>又一枚碎玻璃，如同出膛子弹般掠过她的耳旁。<br><br>她紧紧闭起了自己的双眼，任由眼泪被压迫得夺眶而出。<br><br>如果她的愿望是活下来……<br><br>……那无论如何，她都不能在这一刻放弃。

Hikari loses her breath again. Her hand flies to the left side of her face. She withdraws it, seeing that an<br>unfortunately now-familiar color has tainted her fingers—her palm. Once more... she goes cold.<br><br>Still falling back, she grips both of her arms, trying to quell their trembling.<br>She swallows the saliva filling her mouth.<br><br>And, quietly, she pleads:<br><br> “Stop... ”<br><br>And only a bit louder:<br><br> “Please, stop... ”<br><br>Another shard of glass drives through the air like an arrow, and she avoids it though she was given only a<br>second for its approach. It goes past where her upper arm, its target, had been.<br><br>And she shouts, “Please stop! ”

“I know what you want to do. ”<br><br>Hikari stops instead, and in a moment after Tairitsu lands on a row of pews five away from hers.<br><br> “What are you? A demon invented by the world? ” Tairitsu asks.<br><br> “What!? ”<br><br> “Are you just another fragment from a dead place, come to hound me? ”<br><br> “I... No! ” Hikari yells.<br><br> “You don’t know what you are, either... ” Tairitsu mutters.<br><br>There, Hikari notices: a number of pieces of Arcaea are darting behind and before the other girl like<br>patrolling wasps. She eyes them warily, and Tairitsu continues to speak, voice dipped long in woe.<br> “But, if you found me, ” she says, “that means you can’t be anything good. ”

And Hikari, recalling what this girl had told her of her past, is brought still upon realizing that she can<br>perfectly understand what that means.<br><br> “I ’m not... that... ” she mumbles in defense. Another bullet of glass comes, shooting past her ear.<br><br>She shuts her eyes, forcing tears out of them.<br><br>If she is to survive...<br><br>...she cannot give up.

Eyes downcast, Hikari calls a new piece of glass to her hand, not even realizing how strange it is that she<br>can touch it now.<br><br>A troop of shards also joins her behind her back.<br><br>She lifts her head.<br><br>Like this, she once more faces the girl she wishes she could befriend.}}

 争执中的两人，不费吹灰之力地撞碎了钢制的大门，好似那仅仅是块木板。<br>此刻的黑衣少女朝着白衣少女猛冲而去。那些记忆的碎片则好似一片混沌般飞舞缠绕着二人。<br><br>反抗——却从不主动攻击。<br>尽管她已经诚心诚意地决定接受战斗，光的心中却始终存有一丝希望：这根本没有必要成为一场见血的纷争。<br>虽然如此，就算她操控这些玻璃的技巧尚未娴熟；就算她没有分毫的战斗经验——她也绝不会让步。<br><br>玻璃仓促地在她身后拼凑成一面护盾，不断地精确阻截着对立所施放的长枪的迂回背刺。<br>光此时的视线，远比玻璃碎片更加锐利。<br>她保持机警地试图压制面前的暗之少女——并争取让这场战斗和平终结。<br>通过武力。<br><br>遗憾的是，知之非难, 行之不易。

 脱离了大教堂的空间限制后，此刻Arcaea的畸形山路对于对立而言只是更加方便她施展的空间。<br>她的举止彻底不再被障碍物所拘束，碎片的斩击范围也随即进一步扩宽。<br>最终，光发觉自己真正能做的也仅有全力守住最后的防线，保全自己的性命。<br><br>心跳过快。先前仅会从手心流出的汗液，如今早已渗透她的全身，造成一股恶寒。<br>好似用隐形的小刀弹飞掷来的透明匕首，在自己的喉咙与对方的长矛亲密接触前，率先将一道碎片飞速射去。<br><br>一招对应一招，应对另一招，对应再一招。<br>这使光认识到，战斗早已从混乱的暴力扭打升级至两方绝对势力的凶恶冲突。<br>若是单纯较量蛮力的话，光毫无胜算。只是，支撑着她的还有智谋与信念。这足以让光勉强招架对立的攻击。<br><br>直面身前那洪水般决堤的情感源泉，光将担任那「对立」之侧。<br>岩石或许会风化，但却不会碎裂。她会平息这一切争端。

 冲击被中途制止了。<br>并不是由于她们的任何一者。这第三股力量源自她们二人之间。<br><br>她们二人之间——是那片原先被逼出光的手掌心的异象碎片。<br>尽管面对阳伞的全力突刺，也悬停于空中纹丝不动。<br>光睁开双眼，难以置信地凝视着。<br><br> “ 唉！？ ”<br><br> “ 这是…… ”<br><br>对立举起了另一只手，顺势带起一片玻璃碎片的漩涡。<br><br>然而，光却同样未带迟疑，将手掌推向身前的异象碎片。<br>紧接着，两人身旁的每一片自由碎片都猛烈摇晃了一瞬——<br>由利刃组成的风雨接踵而至。}}

They erupt from the gate, crashing through it as if it were a pane instead of metal. Shards of memory whirl<br>around them in chaos as the girl in black lunges at the girl in white.<br><br>Pushed back, and never pushing forth; though she has chosen to fight earnestly, there is still a hope in<br>Hikari’s heart that this does not have to end in bloodshed. Yet still, even if her sway over the glass is not<br>nearly as deft, even if she is entirely unpracticed, she truly won’t give in.<br><br>Glass shields her back in a slapdash, patchwork pattern, constantly shifting to stop Tairitsu’s roundabout<br>spears from ever hitting their marks. Hikari’s eyes are sharper than that glass, ever vigilant to pin the<br>dark girl down; to end this peacefully, through force.<br><br>Nothing about it is simple, however.

Now outside the cathedral-shell, open on the misshapen roads and hills of Arcaea, Tairitsu is free.<br>Keeping close, her movements sweep and her glass flies wide. So doggedly pursued, Hikari finds all she<br>can do is cling to her desperate defense in preservation of her own life.<br><br>Her pulse is quick, and the sweat that had begun in her hands is now permeating her entire body with an<br>awful chill. Smashing an invisible knife against an invisible dagger, crashing a swift shard into a shining<br>lance flying true before it can meet her throat.<br><br>Blow for blow, for blow, for blow, she is made to realize that their battle has gone from a tussling mess of<br>violence to a vicious clash of two formidable and absolute forces. She cannot match Tairitsu’s strength,<br>but with her wits and will kept about her, she can dampen its impact.<br><br>To the torrent of emotions before her, she will be the composed counter: the stone weathered, but never<br>broken; and she will settle this.

They’re even, each holding down her position as points and rays of light shine from the smooth faces of<br>their chosen Arcaea.<br><br>They remain even, in fact, until Tairitsu shifts her focus. Instead of aiming past the other girl’s guard, with<br>no tell she decides to redirect and send down her flock on Hikari’s right side.<br><br>The impact is massive. With an explosion of glints and glamor, it forces Hikari to stumble down to a knee.<br>Then and there, glaring darkly, Tairitsu lifts and points her black umbrella, its tip revealing the intended<br>destination: the front of her opponent’s skull.<br><br>She spares no hesitation. The strike comes in an instant.<br><br>Hikari shuts her eyes. Tairitsu’s brow twists.

The thrust is stopped, but not by either of them. Instead, it is something between them.<br><br>Between them, that anomalous shard, previously forced from Hikari’s hand, stands still in the air,<br>steady as a wall, immovable against the umbrella-spike. Hikari opens her eyes and stares, disbelieving.<br><br> “Eh!? ”<br><br> “That ’s... ”<br><br>Tairitsu lifts her other hand, a swirl of glass rising up around it.<br><br>Not hesitating either, Hikari thrusts her hand against the anomaly, and every free piece of glass<br>surrounding them sways for just a moment before a razor-sharp rainfall begins.}}

 序幕之刻，好似一场暴风。<br><br>如今这成百上千的坠落碎片均受到光的操控，却看似只是在毫无秩序地四下乱窜。<br>尽管此刻已轮到光发号施令，她却显然还没有驾轻就熟。<br><br>对立的脸上明摆着忧愤。她暂时朝后撤退起来。<br>此时的光，身形已经湮没于星罗棋布的锐利「记忆」之中。<br>她正屏气凝神地蜷缩膝盖，试图集中施展自己这股全新全异的力量。<br><br>对立迅速勘测了周身地表的情形，仰头紧盯着高空中由光制造的暴风。她将一只手掌高举过头，心中思绪涌动。<br> ——若要战胜暴风，则需呼唤疾雨。<br><br>潜匿于地平线彼端的城市废墟与纯白山脉的玻璃碎片——<br>数凌千计的玻璃碎片，皆数响应着对立的号召，降临了此处。<br>相对于光手下桀骜不驯的群魔乱舞，对立的军队远远显得要更加井然有序，队列更是完美无瑕。<br><br>盘踞于纯黑之少女背后的碎片，纹理俨然是一朵巨大的玫瑰。<br>宛若旋流般，玫瑰的花瓣被一片片地剥落而下，精确而迅速地切入那层层保卫着纯白之少女的飓风。

It begins like a storm.<br><br>The falling glass, now under Hikari’s command, begins to dart everywhere and every way without order.<br>Though the shards are hers to control, she cannot grasp how to truly use them for a little while.<br><br>Tairitsu, aggravation and concern plain on her face, retreats. Hikari is thus left hidden in a swarm of<br>edged memories, crouched and still as she concentrates on her newfound power.<br><br>Tairitsu surveys the land, looking to the sky and to Hikari’s storm. She holds a hand up over her head,<br>and thinks: to fight a storm, one must summon a deluge.<br><br>Thus, from distant cities and white mountains, the glass of a thousand and more memories are<br>immediately pulled by her call. Unlike Hikari’s untamed flurry, Tairitsu’s flock is a pattern,<br>immaculately composed.<br><br>Behind the girl in black, the glass assumes the shape of a giant rose, its petals falling one by one in<br>swirling descents, slicing cleanly through the squall shielding the girl in white.

And Hikari—now standing, though afraid—can only respond in patterned kind.<br><br>Bloom after bloom and chain after chain follow in their maddening, frantic, distant combat. From miles off,<br>it seems things are exactly as Tairitsu wished: a clash of two storms. Rain fighting rain, “lightning” flashing<br>throughout, and their undulating “clouds” joining the fray by bursting, spiraling, and flowing in an explosive<br>display—a sparkling tumult of furious natural powers.<br><br>And beneath the whirling and silver floods stand two girls, each with a blaze in her heart.<br><br>Each avoid volleys of shards by mere millimeters, and they begin to run as they fight rather than holding<br>their ground. Rushing through Arcaea’s plains, they cast glass artilleries and skid along the shining earth<br>as their improvised bullets fall and scatter like shrapnel. Glass pursues, glass cuts off their routes, glass<br>aims for feet in an attempt to pin the enemy in place.

It is madness: frenetic madness, chaotic yet constant. Their movements soon become nearly even,<br>steady and regular.<br><br>Evade, and fire, always.<br><br>Within this overwhelming row of beauty and violence, they once again find themselves evenly matched.<br><br>And thus it is Tairitsu’s turn to gain the upper hand.}}

 她的身前，光短暂地止住了步伐。她察觉到了面前那名对手态度的明显转变。<br>的确有什么变化产生。<br>恐惧。<br><br>所以，真理就是如此。我已知晓真理。<br><br>对立早已目睹「现实」被禁锢的真理。而只需明白这一真理，她便会拥有力量。但若两者兼具，通晓万事……<br> 通晓万事，又有什么用？<br><br>本已凝固的思绪，如同被再次强行乱搅一番。<br>那股盘踞于她胸腔内的无尽苦涩逐渐一路蔓延而上，沾染了自己的舌根，钻入牙缝之中。<br>她的嘴唇扭曲得好似一抹忧郁而感性的微笑。<br>忧郁而感性，却毫无疑问地，怪诞地——快乐。

Her journey in this place has been hell.<br><br>Hell from her birth to her first steps—no, even first steps were denied to her, weren ’t they? <br>She ’d ventured outside of where she ’d first awakened, and not long after her journey was abruptly and<br>mercilessly stopped by a torrent of misery and tragedy. Ever since then, those two things had been<br>doggedly following her.

It ’s a joke.<br><br>I ’m a good person, she tells herself.<br><br>I am not these dark clothes I was born with. I am not these dark memories I am tormented by.<br><br>I am not a person who is “evil”, I am an ordinary person tortured by an evil world.<br><br>Without reason, without sense.<br>A completely, horribly, cruel and merciless world.<br>A nightmare one can ’t wake from.<br><br>And the ending, for me, is a pathetic death.<br><br>...

That sort of thing, that kind of thinking, has brought tears to her eyes so many times before.<br><br>Now, it ’s over. No matter what, it ’s over.<br><br>With that thought in mind, while she grazes past glass sent at her by the girl she is trying to kill, she notes<br>the presence of something strange.<br><br>A familiar, grotesque presence she ’d felt minutes before this.<br>The feeling like reality itself has lost correctness.<br>An impossible condition made manifest.<br><br>That anomalous feeling is just beside her cheek.

She looks to her right, and the violet-tinged and grossly warped glass of an anomaly comes into her sight.<br>It is only a moment, only a whim.<br><br>Yet it tells everything.<br><br>As expected of the aberrant shard, it does not hold simple memory—but beyond expectation, it holds<br>impossible answers.<br><br>In an instant, as soon as the shine of its surface has met with her eyes—<br><br>—with a sensation that the inside of her skull has been bathed in light, almost full knowledge of the<br>world, of near everything that ever and absolutely was, unlocks vivid understanding in her mind.

Their names.<br>Their pasts.<br>This world.<br>Its purpose.<br>Her: “Hikari”.<br>Her: “Tairitsu”.<br> “Eto” and “Kou”... “Saya” and “Lethe”... “Luna”, and—names; countless names.<br><br>Even facts of other worlds, destinations of other travelers, ends, beginnings, and elaborated reasons too<br> all of it.<br><br>And the truth, the whole truth, that—

Before her, Hikari stops briefly, noticing the obvious shift in her aggressor’s demeanor.<br>There’s a change. There’s fear.<br><br>So, that’s it. That’s everything.<br><br>Tairitsu glimpsed the truth of this cage dubbed “reality”. With that truth, she’s claimed power.<br>And with both, knowing everything... Knowing everything, what exactly would change?<br><br>Her feelings curdle and churn. The endless bitterness packed in her chest flows out of it and courses<br>through her—onto her tongue, into her teeth. Her lips twist into a morose and bitterly maudlin grin.<br>Morose and maudlin, but undoubtedly, strangely, mirthful.

 在那一瞬间，她能被人所记起。那样就足够了。<br><br>白色的火焰，在红色少女的身中熊熊燃起。其中的力量，足以让世界都为之臣服。她操控着这道火焰，<br>让它们环绕着自己，同时开始思考事情为何会发展至如此地步。她的敌人此刻也停了下来。<br>整场战斗迎来了短暂的沉寂。<br><br>然而这并没有结束，上方的天空，仍在显著地破裂着。<br><br>这一切，只是因为她触碰到了事情原有的模样：<br>那一刻，当死亡的呼声充斥于脑海中时，她也没有因此而惧怕。<br><br>即便如此，“死亡”也不会是她想看到的结局。现在的她，依然拒绝向其屈服。<br>

 在破碎的天际下方，虚无的山谷之中，白色少女身上不断流落着鲜血，然而那血滴却根本无法波及地面。<br>远方，只剩下一座矗立的高塔，那是某个荒废教堂的钟楼。它横亘于天际与少女之间，<br>如同一条醒目的分界线一般。<br><br>结局，就要来了，就如同我们曾看到的一样。<br><br>这就是宿命吗？<br>

 上方的天际之间，星光在不断闪烁着。而被撕裂的帷幕后方，黑暗也在不时涌动着。<br>只是，她还察觉得到这些吗？她还会在乎这些吗？<br>眼前的视界逐渐变得越来越迟钝，直到最后完全静止。当炽热的鲜血流尽，双瞳也失去了神色。<br><br>对立很清楚，那样的双眼，已经注定她将时日无多。她咽下一口口水，<br>以此浸润着早已干裂的舌头与喉咙。然后她看向对方的双眼——<br>少女一语不发，却依然坚定着誓要反抗的决心。<br>

 “空虚”充斥着光的内心。不过，这不是对立从少女无言的凝视中所看见的那种空虚，<br>那并不是无力的空虚感。相反，有一股坚定的信念在其中蓄势待发，<br>那是光永远不会被磨灭的信念：她要“活下去”——<br>少女一语不发，却依然坚定着誓要活下去的决心。<br><br>对立疯狂地冲向对方。<br><br>整个世界都试图阻止着她前行。然而现在的她，如同脱缰的野兽般拒绝着阻止她脚步的一切。<br>纵使这股力量不断撕扯着她的皮肤，她也绝不会停下。<br><br>黑色野兽的獠牙，此刻已经直直伸向了站在大地之上的白色野兽。而对方，也将头转了过来。<br>

 然而，就在对立接触大地的那一瞬间，整个世界就如同上下颠倒一般。掉落的玻璃刚发出嘈杂的声响，<br>下一秒就立刻反向飞出。她的手臂甚至一时失去了知觉，但她咬牙坚持了下来。<br>她勉强把膝盖伸直，却发现下方突然闪过一道光芒——那是一道白色的火焰，<br>透过碎片之间向上猛然窜出。对立急忙向后退去。<br><br>眼前的一切，瞬间化为火海。<br><br>周遭的世界，再度天旋地转。<br><br>如此频繁的颠倒让对立感到浑身难受，但她很快就遏制住不适感并站稳步伐。<br>

 白色少女再一次悄无声息地靠近，而那道苍白的火焰犹如围巾般缠绕并灼烧着对立的肩膀。<br><br>对立不得不再次后退。<br><br>就这样，玻璃在世界的颠倒中不断上下起伏。四散的碎片，逐渐如棱镜般环绕着对立的身影。<br><br>她再次看向光的双眸。光并没有回以眼神，只是静静看着她所打造的这个牢笼。<br><br>接着，她低声说了些什么，但是……<br><br>……那并不是黑色少女想听到的话。<br>

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"And besides, with or without miracles, you live... you die."<br><br>Hikari breathes. Tairitsu gently straightens her own back.<br><br>The girl in black goes on, "You know: I would much rather just forget. Forget everything."<br><br>Another attempt to move. Another reminder that she has been brought utterly still. Her shoulders<br>strain. Her toes curl.<br><br><br>"I'm going to kill you," Tairitsu says, "and this world... <ruby>「your world」<rp>(</rp><rt>Arcaea</rt><rp>)</rp></ruby>is going to die."

 乐园——<br>在生命结束后，那个名为“天堂”的世界。<br>那是生命落脚安息的终点。<br>那是灵魂游荡徘徊的远方。<br><br>我就在那里，而你也是。

"...You're pretty annoying, you know.<br>Then do you remember? If you do, you should know why I...<br>...<br><br>...Ugh...<br>...These memories... aren't going to leave me easily, now that I know them.<br>Even if I don't want to, I really am starting to remember every little thing.<br>And... if I'm remembering right... Ha, I've thought this before, but... is this a joke?"