"Theme?"
Aimou tilted her head and looked at Bologue, with scratches scattered across her face, making her resemble a homeless stray cat.
Bologue said, "Just like novels, operas, movies also need a theme."
"I can't think of any theme," Aimou pondered for a moment and said.
"Having no theme is also a theme... like the state we're in now," Bologue's wounds were healing slowly, "I can't quite understand what we're fighting about."
"It's just venting emotions," Aimou defined their brawl.
"After venting our emotions, shouldn't we have a proper talk?"
Bologue couldn't help but relax; he didn't know what Aimou intended in the fourth Time Reversal, but suddenly, Bologue thought it wouldn't be bad for it to end this way, though it did trouble his team leader.
While he was battling wits and courage with a woman, Lebius was truly fighting bloodily.
Aimou stared at Bologue expressionlessly, still having no intention of conversing, rejecting to open her heart to anyone.
