Weiss spoke, his voice stripped of all arrogance. “She’s telling the truth. I was created to record this. I am the memory of the world. And I remember you, Nier. I remember your original name. Your original sin. You are the reason the Shade’s exist. You are the reason the Black Scrawl returns. You are the Gestalt who refused to sleep.”
“Please,” one had gurgled, years ago, as he drove his blade through its core. “I just wanted to see my wife.” NieR Replicant ver122474487139
Yonha’s smile flickered. “The Baron’s city is dangerous. Grimoire Weiss said—” Weiss spoke, his voice stripped of all arrogance
Nier felt the world tilt. He looked down at his own hands. The hands that had killed a hundred Shades. The hands that had held Yonha when she cried. The hands that were warm, real, calloused. I am the memory of the world
Outside, the storm broke. Rain the color of ash began to fall. Kainé looked away. Weiss closed his eye.
The Archivist convulsed. The faces on its body opened their mouths in unison, and instead of a hum, they spoke a single, clear sentence:
“Big brother, you’re staring again.”