"Oh, you'd be surprised." She glances down the hall a little, at the man who is standing a few paintings down, who appears to be doing his best to not eavesdrop. "But this gallery is just memories. They're the things that can't grow or change--only what's happened."
"I think she'd be more embarrassed than upset to find you here," Da Vinci says dryly. "The three of us aside, these are the memories of her exploits. So you won't find any clues here, but you'll at least get some interesting viewing, if that's what you want."
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[he nods at da vinci—thank you—and approaches the eavesdropping man.]
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"Ah--yes? Can I help you?"
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"...Well. It's his ring, and he hid it, but it's in Ritsuka's heart. Where would a teenaged girl hide something? Think about that."
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All right. That helps a little; thank you.
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He can either go back the way he came, or he can head to the other end of the gallery.
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