She couldn’t stop writing, trying her best to get it all down, as if it would slip away if she was not fast enough. The man continued.

"In any case, I loved Suicon very much. Father as well. But as time passed, I grew bitter and ultimately…jealous of Suicon."

"Why?"

"He was father’s favorite. No wonder… he could defeat anyone with just one Ainolonian Art, while I had to use all of them just to keep up. He was also a better creator and a father to his people than I was…"

"Ainolonian Art? Please explain."

"Oh, right. I forgot. You named them Masteries of Cosmic States, but we called them arts."

"So… Suicon was a master of the…? 

"Heh. He knew all the arts, just like the rest. But he insisted on using only void. He was… showing off, I guess," Label chuckled.

His behavior was getting odd as they talked, to say the least. Lalane kept the conversation going through, not knowing if he will be able to recall all of that in the near future.

"So you were jealous of him for his skills, but it was you who killed him in the end?"

"Yeah…I guess I was the stronger one in the end. All it means is that I killed a brother who was weaker."

Suddenly, tears started flowing down his cheeks and he put his palm on his face to cover them but also to cover himself from the shameful act.

"Label… Maybe it’s enough for today," Lalane stood up, walked to his side of the table, and hugged him.

"I…Suicon, I’m so sorry… I didn’t want to…."

Label sobbed like he never did in his entire life.

"There, there. Cry yourself out," the girl patted him on his back, thinking about all that she just heard.
Soon after, the door opened and Noix came in, carrying a bag with food.

"You’ll be happy to hear I brought you a special Para City delicacy; Le Sarma—"

"Shhh!" Lalane put a finger on her lips.

"Oh… ", he dropped the bag onto the table and whispered, "I told you to go easy on him, didn’t I? And here you go making a grown man cry…" he frowned.

"Professor, you won’t believe it!" she whispered as well, "Label is not a human! He’s a …a….he’s…"

"He’s a what, Lalane?"

"A… he’s an…" she couldn’t remember, as if the word was gone from her mind, but she did recall writing it down.
Slowly letting Label as he cried himself to sleep, she reached for the book. Yet as bad luck would have it and be in an awkward situation, she knocked down the food Noix brought and spilled its contents over her book.

"Mon Dieu!"

"Oh no!"

She tried shaking it and cleaning it with her green sweater, but in sheer panic, she got the pages even more smudged.

"Lalane, use your element manipulation to dry it!"

"Yeah!" she hurried.

"Not with fire!"

"Oops, I fu—"

Noix knocked the book out of her hands and stepped on it to put the fire out.

"…"

"We really messed up, didn’t we?" the blue man crossed his arms.

"Professor…Label is an ancient being, somewhere from a land far to the north, in the forbidden parts of the sea.
I think we can’t sail there, or remember their name because they somehow installed fear onto us for whatever reason.
Maybe he or Anciel can go. I don’t know what the restrictions are, but everyone is affected by it."

"That could mean only one thing…"

"Yes, Professor Noix. I thought you’d come to the same conclusion. The origin of humans lies somewhere else entirely, but our ancestors, creators, or whatever they are, wanted us to live here. We may have been banished. And I think it was because of Suicon’s death.
Label killed Suicon, his brother. Their father, Yannon, banished him for it. And, maybe us with him as well… I’m not certain."

"But how does that correlate to the enigma, that is, our friend here? Why does he keep getting reborn? Why is he always named Label?"

"He’s an… listen to me carefully or I will forget it again!" she grabbed him by the collar and pulled his face close to hers.

"I’m all ears, Lalane."

"Label is from AinoloniA!" she collapsed immediately after.

"Lalane!" he caught her and lowered her down, trying her forehead.

"No temperature …she’s breathing," he grabbed the piece of paper and scribbled the word down.

"AinoloniA."

Removing the paper, he waited a few moments.

"Label is a…. The word is… Hmm, very peculiar. If my theory is correct, it would appear we were hard-wired to forget. To forget their existence, their name. Location. Everything. How did they do it? I know Masters of the Mind can do a lot of things, but… a mass mind manipulation? On the scale of the whole world? Do they have a device that maintains it somehow? Like a … a radio jammer?"

He crunched up the paper, trying his best to remember the word, but try as he might, it kept slipping away.

"I will find out the truth," he then looked through the paper’s backside, opposing the ceiling light.

"Huh… funny. It’s a palindrome."