Headhunting (7)

These days, I had been realizing more and more just how important communication was.

It was only recently that an absurd incident had occurred in which a megacorp chairman, overwhelmed by a lack of communication, boarded a space shuttle to Mars on impulse while sobbing, ‘Hinghing….’

They say that from far away, something is a comedy, but up close, it is a tragedy.

If I had been standing a few steps away and merely watching such a scene unfold, I might have laughed it off lightly, but….

“Now, lower your hands.”

“…But I’m still your older sister….”

“Tsk.”

I made a firm decision.

Before I left the Crosspell family, I would definitely break this young lady of her bad habit—the habit of never listening to anyone to the end, rattling off only what she wanted to say, and yet never adding any concrete explanation, like an immature blockhead.

Leaving Elinore behind as she watched me warily with her hands raised above her head, I entered the search term I had heard from her into my terminal...