To ask for answers.

"Mister Player, this is unexpected..." Zepar responded. He/she was still smiling as usual, but from the stationary pose, it was clear my question was being taken seriously. "Is this okay? Is it really okay?"

"You have an opportunity to seek love with two of the masters!" Furfur reminded me with a straighter face than that statement warranted. "Are answers really what you're looking for?"

I nodded vigorously. By this point, I'd already let myself get distracted enough. In various chapters I'd delved into, I'd seen opportunities to finally right some wrong, make someone happy, or grasp some happiness of my own. However, I was never able to choose that ending for myself. Inevitably, I died. I needed to understand... or make them understand...

"Ah..." the two of them sighed, sounding uncharacteristically repressed in spite of their ever-present smiles.

"Mister Player, are you certain you have what it takes to ask those questions~?" Zepar asked, lowering his/her eyebrows contemplatively.

"And Mister Player, are you certain you're prepared for the answers...~?" Furfur asked with a smile reaching his/her eyes.

"And if you do ask, what guarantee do you have we'll answer?"

"And if we answer, what guarantee do you have we'll speak the truth?"

"The truth you seek... is a dead end!!" the two announced, receiving applause for their dramatic end.

... This wasn't going anywhere. What could I do? The only tool I have to get anywhere in this story is that perverted Pink Trigger.

What I want is a miracle of love... but it seems these two will never grant it to me. More than anything, I want to know why not! Should I just try asking again...?