âUmmmm⌠Thatâs a good point you raise. They do call this an experiment, not a game. In that sense, itâs not like theyâre trying to tell an specific story to an specific person with this city. They sure consider themselves gods, though. They call themselves such.â
Of course, both Battlerâs game stance and Rikaâs anti-god stance are both just that. What passes at the scientistsâ minds is as much of a catbox as Beatoâs gameboard from their perspective of pieces. And, truth be told, itâs not like solving that is Battlerâs utmost priority. All of this chat is starting to tire him.
â*YaaaaawnâŚ* Why donât we go back to class now? All of the buckets should be filled by now. Donât worry, I can carry them all for ya!â
 At the present, Rika herself did not have motivation for riddles or mystery. Sheâd had enough of bitter history. Teetering on her more serious persona at the moment was vigorously vexing to say the least. Instead, she emphasizes herself as the daughter of a priest. What better way than to shoot a jet of water in his face? âMii, you wasted the water!â  Turning the valve, Rika flees in case he decides to give chase. She didnât even think twice about not helping him with the buckets, scampering ahead as if there was something great at stake.  She waited at the door with a ornery expression of exaggerated haste. It seemed she was purposely provoking him to use his energy, the way she impatiently paced. âBetter stay awake in class, sleepy.âÂ
