It is common knowledge that in any river in Yokohama, someone will keep turning up to drown.
The first time Mousa fished Dazai out of the river...
Mousa: "No need to thank me! Just admit that the pure and beautiful goddess Idrila is peerlessly gorgeous, and we'll call it even for saving your life!"
Dazai: "..."
He might as well have been thrown back in.
The nth time Mousa fished Dazai out of the river...
Mousa: "How can you do something so dangerous? I can feel the seed of 'Beauty' in your heart. More than anyone, you yearn for a bright future!"
Dazai: "..."
He smiled. His hands had been stained with blood for a long time. This woman must have been blind.
Still, with her around, his dull life was at least a little more bearable.
So thought Dazai, who kept throwing himself into the river, hoping she would fish him out again.
In truth, more than one of Mousa's colleagues had pointed out that she didn't see things very clearly.
To be sure, finding the seeds of 'Beauty' was an indispensable part of pursuing the path of 'Beauty.'
Mousa was devout enough and strong enough. She just lacked a bit of luck.
Either the people she saved stabbed her in the back, or she was on her way to being betrayed.
"But every life holds a seed of 'Beauty' that has yet to sprout. That's something we both believe, isn't it?"
Perhaps no one who sets foot on the Path of Beauty can escape a fate of becoming obsessed, but following the will of 'Beauty' in their hearts is their only way to survive.
They can either fall and become monsters, or meet the Aeon of Beauty alongside other pathstriders at the end of their journey.
Theme: The sunshine is within reach
