As if summoned by the insult, a shimmer of white and gold descended from the roof of the hut. A book. But not a normal book. Its cover was pearlescent, its spine etched with runes that shifted when you weren’t looking directly at them. Two blank, mask-like faces adorned its cover, and a single, luminous eye opened in the center.
The book’s eye swiveled to her, and its tone softened, almost imperceptibly. “Child, I am going to attempt to prevent him from getting us all killed. A distinction he refuses to acknowledge.” NieR Replicant ver122474487139
Nier sat on the floor of the hut he had built with his own hands, in a world that was a lie, holding a sword that had killed a thousand truths, and looked at the face of the sister he had loved—whether she was real or not. As if summoned by the insult, a shimmer
“Am I?” The silver eyes softened, and for a moment, it was just Yonha again. His Yonha. The one who laughed at Weiss’s grumbling. The one who saved him a piece of bread even when she was hungry. “You feel it, don’t you? The wrongness. The way the world is just a little too quiet. The way the sky has no birds. The way no one has seen a baby born in twelve years. Replicants cannot reproduce, big brother. You’ve been tending a garden of ghosts.” Its cover was pearlescent, its spine etched with