No. 6 - Audiobook - Paid
Joe Goffeney for Nezumi
"Not
just your hands. That brain of yours. You're only twelve, right? And you're
going into the Gifted Curriculum of the highest educational institution. You're
super elite." This time,
there was no tinge of sarcasm. Nor any hint of awe. I silently put away the
soiled gauze and instruments.Nezumi's
voice suddenly dropped low and hoarse.'Round about the cauldron go.
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmèd pot." (Shion: What's that?)"Macbeth.
The scene where the three witches are brewing newt eyes, frog feet, and bat
wings in a cauldron, making their special soup. Charming, isn't it?"Nezumi
gave a short laugh."Instead
of retaliating, you recited this pledge every morning, not meaning a single
word of it, and pretended it didn't bother you. Let me tell you something,
Shion words aren't things that you can toss around casually. You can't let
yourself be forced to say something, and just put up with it. But you don't
know that. So that's why I'm not going to trust you." Nezumi's
hand suddenly extended toward him. His palm touched Shion's cheek."Did
that hurt?" he asked gently.(Shion: Quite
a bit.)"―I
don't have any grudge against you. And I don't hate you, either."