"…Hurry up, Red King!! Get out from down there and turn into a girl," Pandora yells at me from above.
"[Calm down, Pandora, this requires some effort. I don't use Mana like you do, I don't have energy reserves to waste.]" I warn her, impatient as she is. Honestly, when I think back to the past, to the Pandora who sacrificed someone for me, and this one, I just feel pity.
This Pandora, Goddess of Death, is profoundly pathetic. She shows what would happen if Pandora in this current timeline had lost everyone she loved — a Pandora with no real purpose in life, who doesn't know what to do.
"[...]" I begin to emerge from the ocean of blood where Pandora awaits me. I think about the physical, mental, and personal tastes of the Pandora I know in order to choose my new appearance.
