Utsuro no Hako to Zero no Maria

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by  Eiji Mikage

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Utsuro no Hako to Zero no Maria 2
Artist Tetsuo
Author Eiji Mikage
Translator EusthEnoptEron
Editors grrarr, Kadi
Project http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/
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I am surrounded by scenery that I can only
remember in my dreams.
I already know who the person facing me is, but
without a box, I cannot deliberately recall this place
except in my dreams. For that matter, I can’t
remember when this conversation occurred.
“Do you remember that I told you that I can see
you as an individual even though your kind doesn’t
have any distinguishing features?”
I don’t know. It feels like I have heard this before,
but it also feels like I haven’t.
“Thanks to what happened this time around, I am
beginning to recognize why I can distinguish you
from the others. It might be that, while rejecting
nothing, you also don’t accept anything.”
This all sounds like mere semantics to me.
“First off, the everyday life that you never tire of
mentioning is different from the everyday life
perceived by others. You include the loss of things
in your perception of everyday life, am I right? This
is, in fact, different from the common definition of
everyday life. Other humans are unable to take
things as they come,” he says with a smile. “All
humans are distorted, and their everyday lives are
twisted by their individual values. You could say
that a box forces such distortion upon others. You
are sensitive to these intentional distortions of
everyday life by others’ boxes—and you find them
repulsive. Am I wrong?”
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I really haven’t the slightest idea of what he’s
talking about. Leave me alone already...
“This time around, your body was attacked
directly, but even so, you managed to retain your
‘self’ without being affected by the values of the
owner. That is because you intuitively recognize the
distortions of others. And when you know that
something is distorted, you naturally wouldn’t
accept it, would you? However, your ability to detect
those distortions is orders of magnitude greater
than that of an ordinary person, and because of
that—you cannot accept anything.”
I can’t help but frown, but he insistently
continues.
“Your field of vision is terribly small compared to
mine. But those abilities... Aah, I see. You might...
resemble me.”
Please stop.
You are disgusting.
When I say that to him, he laughs and changes
his ever-malleable appearance to that of someone
quite familiar.
Mirroring my very own appearance, O says:
“May I interpret this as distaste for the same
thing?”
That’s not it!
We don’t resemble each other at all!
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