Bin Bezerra: [in awe] What…?

Lucca: This is really a special moment, is it not? There are other worlds that I haven’t seen. But the others look so much unlike our world.

Bin Bezerra: This place, it truly feels like the end of all things. It’s perfect for that kind of contemplation, doesn’t it?

Lucca: You can say that…

[Celica says something.]

Celica: Um… I think it would be kinder to say I feel it in my memories… But I’ve got to tell you now, just one more time…

Lucca: Don’t mention it.

Lucca: Um… C-Celica…

[Boroma arrives in the center of the center of the space.]

Boroma: What have you people done? The worlds have not been invaded or broken, haven’t they? Yet here we sit. Who would have thought things might have turned out this way?

Boroma: And who exactly do you believe to be the one responsible? It seems unlikely anyone can be as cruel and arrogant as you.

Lucca: I-It does not matter.

Boroma: You seem calm. And… I must say, if it is true that this is the only way to be left behind, which is most probably true, that is very reassuring indeed.

Celica: I am Celica. What is your name?

Boroma: I am Boroma.

Celica: My name is Celica.

[Celica opens the chest. Inside is a medal.)

Boroma: No, it’s too late then…

Boroma: It’s a medal commemorating the first world war. This is the only proof you’ve managed to reach this planet… But you haven’t told us why you’re here….Didn’t someone tell you?

Lucca: This place doesn’t bear the name of any of us…

Boroma:…What do you mean? I don’t have time to waste with idle chatter.

[Celica sighs.]

Boroma: No one ever knows why something is meant to be done on this planet. They just do it because it