“No, you two always get in the way of my brilliance,” the Chrome man said to himself, looking at his wife and daughter, stabbing the heart in the center of the table with a fork. “I have no human heart anymore, and you cannot torture me.” Hubert cut the heart, filleting it, yet there was no blood or Chrome liquid; it was empty. Then, Hubert threw the heart at the wall, but it returned to the table like it was not cut at all. Then the room became dark, and Hubert’s face dishevels, and he drinks more tea. There is one dim light in the room as he does so, with his face toward the table. Sennin appeared only to Dorothy’s eye, saying, “See how discontent in one room brings ruin?” Dorothy replied as she approached the next door, gentle and softly, “More like blissful delusion.” HumanityTraumaDiscontentmentBlissful Delusion Book:Tomiétrèla Source: Tomiétrèla