Epilogue

Sometime after the Observer's death.

"Hey, Ana, did you ever get around to confessing? Or did you just jump straight into doing the nasty with Atlas?"

Mio lay on her stomach and flailed her legs gently as she rested her head and looked at Anatol getting dressed.

"That's his name now? And you're asking me now?"

Anatol grabbed one of Ackster's shirts, put it on, and deemed it enough of an outfit to get breakfast in.

"Still in the trial period. I've tried asking you before. But you always avoid the question and leave."

Mio nodded toward the door, closing and sealing it.

"Really? This is how you're going to play it?"

Anatol raised an eyebrow.

"If you don't like it, just fess up. You won't get any further with him unless you open up your heart, you know?"

Anatol tried to open the door. But when that didn't work, she could only press her back against it as Mio approached with a menacing smirk.