The scarecrow’s experiences over the past few years had left her feeling like D-132 was nothing short of a paradise. Life there was carefree and without worries. If you died, it wasn’t a big deal, as you would come back to life. There were people to talk to there, plus, all the inmates got to work together to pull off a mystifying scam. Granted, it involved sleeping next to a god’s finger, but that thing spent most of īts own time sleeping anyway. What was more, there were always jailers coming and going that they could mess around with. Although she had occasionally thirsted for freedom, after that freedom arrived, it didn’t bring the happiness she had hoped for.7

Living in the outside world was pure bitterness, and once people figured out her undying characteristics, they always came up with plenty of ways to toy with her. It was almost too horrible to endure. By now, those special characteristics were fading away. She couldn’t recover her lost limbs, and at best, could just hold on a bit longer until she, as well as the millstone, who wasn’t in much better shape, would just naturally die.4

Given the rate of things, it seemed like it would only be a dozen years or so until...7