[Manaka's laughter is high and pealing and girlish.]
That's right! That's exactly right, Kurusu—no, Akira! The Holy Church made that cup to grant their own wish, but what is it? It's a thing that receives wishes. The wishes that humans are filled with—hatred, greed, jealousy, bitterness, all of it!
It was never going to give birth to their God. It was never going to grant anyone's pure wish. It was always going to give birth to that Beast, the very one foretold in the Church's own holy book!
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[Manaka's laughter is high and pealing and girlish.]
That's right! That's exactly right, Kurusu—no, Akira! The Holy Church made that cup to grant their own wish, but what is it? It's a thing that receives wishes. The wishes that humans are filled with—hatred, greed, jealousy, bitterness, all of it!
It was never going to give birth to their God. It was never going to grant anyone's pure wish. It was always going to give birth to that Beast, the very one foretold in the Church's own holy book!