[Even if she wasn't trying to circumnavigate the chance of something said too directly being caught, Cantarella is also trying to match the tone of story to story. They are still part of the allegory until they can break free of it...and she does very much want to dismantle it with the tools available to her.
Things are easier to reveal at the end, anyway, when the entire story comes together and all of the clues have been pieced in place.]
I think to fully unpack everything you've been told, we should think of it the way one of those shadow rabbits presented it to me. Directly, this time, so I know it came from his heart. According to him, Sika Madu has "always told the truth, but what they mean and what we believe do not align."
From all that I've gathered, the real meaning of the "story" was lost long ago... It's just getting to the end that's come to matter.
[There are things that have been difficult to piece together, even if the information itself was fairly straightforward. It's like remembering a dream, much like he is, a hazy narrative that might not even exist and cannot be pieced together.]
But I should like to hear the thoughts of someone who's used to writing and reading such stories, nonetheless. What do you make of it, Tsukasa?
[He's quiet for a moment as he thinks that over, brows drawn together.]
What matters is who the author is. If we knew that, we'd know what the intent of the ending is.
The Dramaturge is just the editor. Ultimately, the script is written by the writer behind it. Is it Father? [If that's the case, they're in Trouble.] Are we supposed to be writing it?
[If that's the case, they really need to know that too, don't they?]
I do not think Father cares. Normally, I'd be the first to suggest that you're the only ones who should write your own stories. But a story has an ending, something tidy, and life...does not. Perhaps that's why it's such a struggle for the Dramaturge to fully reach the ending.
[She frowns.]
They're the one who's trying to reach the ending, after all. And all they care about is their children.
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Things are easier to reveal at the end, anyway, when the entire story comes together and all of the clues have been pieced in place.]
I think to fully unpack everything you've been told, we should think of it the way one of those shadow rabbits presented it to me. Directly, this time, so I know it came from his heart. According to him, Sika Madu has "always told the truth, but what they mean and what we believe do not align."
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[That gives him a lot to think about, at least. He tilts his head to one side, and then the other, like a confused dog trying to figure it out.]
Then... what we need to do is figure out where our understanding and theirs differs, right?
Like... if this is supposed to be a show, and they are the Dramaturge, then what script are they editing? What is the story supposed to actually be?
[If he thinks of it in those terms, it starts to make more sense to him.]
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[There are things that have been difficult to piece together, even if the information itself was fairly straightforward. It's like remembering a dream, much like he is, a hazy narrative that might not even exist and cannot be pieced together.]
But I should like to hear the thoughts of someone who's used to writing and reading such stories, nonetheless. What do you make of it, Tsukasa?
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[He's quiet for a moment as he thinks that over, brows drawn together.]
What matters is who the author is. If we knew that, we'd know what the intent of the ending is.
The Dramaturge is just the editor. Ultimately, the script is written by the writer behind it. Is it Father? [If that's the case, they're in Trouble.] Are we supposed to be writing it?
[If that's the case, they really need to know that too, don't they?]
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[She frowns.]
They're the one who's trying to reach the ending, after all. And all they care about is their children.
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[He tilts his head, brow furrowed.]
Well... it's not wonder they've done this over and over and over again. I suppose that's thematically appropriate for a production as well.
[They happen over and over again.]
Still, the curtain call has to happen eventually.