Extra 1. Buried Memories
(From Damian Ashcroft's perspective)

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It was a while ago now.

I stumbled across something shiny, tucked inside a book on a shelf at home—probably meant for someone I once loved.

A ring.

I couldn't even remember the name.

"S...Ski...Skim"

I hadn't been "alive" again for long. Mumbling through the faded engraving, my tongue tripped over each awkward syllable. The years had worn the words thin. My grasp of language was barely middle-school level, totally lost when it came to something this unfamiliar.

Eventually, I gave up trying to read it and just stared at it.

Simple. Cheap. Nothing fancy at all.

"Read... Care... Careful...ly...."

Something stirred inside me. How many people in this world ever really meant that much to me?

The emotions hit hard — too loud to hold back, too raw to explain to you, then.

Memories that take a hundred years to recover... only needed two years beside you to recall.

「 Skim too fast & you'll miss it —

read carefully & you'll find someone secretly crying. 」

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Extra 2. If the Fireplace and That Plate of Bread were Still There

"Huh? You're going out now?"

"It's late. You should head back to the hotel first. The bakery's closing soon, which means the crowd's thinning. If I run, I'll make it."

"You really love that bakery, huh? Why didn't you ever stop by during missions?"

You/I smiled so wide I/you wondered if I'd ever seen that kind of expression on your/my face before.

For some moments disappear like snow.... And some people, we carry for life.

"Because this time..."

I get to eat it with you.

Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way, ooh...