[This is old news by now, but for reference, she will show him this text from her notebook:
Until their essence fades to nothing in the Land of the Dead, the spirit yet remains. Knowing that, one wonders if it may yet be possible to restore those lost to us, that we may no longer mourn their absence. They would require a connection - something to anchor them to who they once were and to the worlds from whence they came, and a spark of life. Could the latter, perhaps, be borrowed from another? And how would one share themselves so, without endangering their own life?]
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Monika approaches him while Pygmalion takes a look under the bench, stretching his neck to look at Niah from a respectable distance.]
Can I join you?
[Quietly. Her voice still sounds like she gargled a handful of rocks.]
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Do whatever you want, but don't speak when you shouldn't.
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Monika will sit down, with Pygmalion flopping down on the ground next to Niah.]
... Fine. But please open your eyes so I can show you what Yuri, Rin and I found, if you haven't seen it already.
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And for Monika texting. He turns to her. ]
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Until their essence fades to nothing in the Land of the Dead, the spirit yet remains. Knowing that, one wonders if it may yet be possible to restore those lost to us, that we may no longer mourn their absence. They would require a connection - something to anchor them to who they once were and to the worlds from whence they came, and a spark of life. Could the latter, perhaps, be borrowed from another? And how would one share themselves so, without endangering their own life?]