"Every day's a sell; every sell's a win! Buy stuff now or kick yourself later..."
"What was that?" Sunset asks.
"It's Emil," Popola says: "He's kind of a traveling merchant around here."
"And he sells just about everything," Devola adds.
"Every day is great! When you are me~."
"And repeat," Popola says: "Actually, why don't we go buy something?"
"We are running low on salt," Devola says: "And humans love salt, right?"
"Well..." Sunset replies: "I am good."
"Come on, it's always good to save some just in case," Popola says: "Plus, the human body needs a bit of sodium every day, right?"
"I think it's about 3,400 mg," Devola says: "And you haven't been keeping up with that number, have you."
"Look," Sunset sighs: "I do have sodium intake..."
"But it's well below the amount that a human needs," Devola interrupts: "If you want to keep living, then sufficient amount of salt intake would be necessary."
"Devola is right," Popola adds: "Plus, what's with you and salt?"
"It's complicated," Sunset looks skywards: "Long story short, it has something to do with the extinction of humans."
"But if you keep this up," Devola says, poking Sunset's face: "Then the human race would really be gone before we know it."
"Yeah," Popola shugs: "Sometimes, you just have to do it whether you like it or not."
"I guess so," Sunset responds: "But do I have to go with you guys? I really don't want to see it..."
"You mean salt?" Popola says: "And no, we are tasked to protect at all times. We can't just leave you aside."
"S'up,"
"Oh, hi! A...2?" Sunset greets: "Nice...mask."
"oh, this thing?" A2 takes the wooden mask off of her face: "I get it from a colosseum in the desert. The machine there said that it's what a king would wear."
"A king?" Sunset asks: "Can I take a look? It sure looks old."
"Sure," A2 hands Sunset the mask: "They put me through a bunch of fighting before giving me this mask and this set of clothing."
"It looks nice on you," Popola says: "Who would think machines would run keep things like these."
"Here's your stuff," A2 takes out a bottle of tree sap from her pocket and hands it to Popola.
"Yes, thank you!" Popola says, giving A2 a bag of items: "Here, take this!"
"Um, A2?" Sunset asks: "Did they tell you how old this thing is?"
"Nope," A2 answers: "But they told me that it's from the old world."
"Perhaps not the old world," Sunset says: "From what I know, it's belonged to a king who died protecting his friends."
"Well, that's sad," Devola says: "What happened to his friends?"
"Not sure," Sunset says while closely inspecting it: "I read about it a while back. From what I can tell, his friends had something to do with the downfall of humans."
"I should have known better..." A2 says: " I am sorry, Sunset. I'll burn it right now."
"Don't worry," Sunset hands A2 the mask: "It's only a story. No one knows what really happened."
"They also said that this set of clothing I am wearing once belonged to the man who destroyed the world," A2 continues: "Is that true?"
"I really don't know," Sunset replies: "I don't know what he looks like. Besides, it happened thousands of years ago. No way it actually belonged to him."
"What happened?" A2 asks.
"Yeah, tell us!' Popola follows.
"It would be nice to learn more about humans," Devola says: "Don't worry, we'll keep it a secret."
"Girls..." Sunset covers her face: "Please..."
"Look, Emil is leaving!" Popola shouts: "Devola, Get Sunset, and let's go!"
"What? Wow! Put me down!" Sunset protests as Devola put her on Popola's back.
"What the...Hi!"
"Sorry, sis," Devola says before running away.
"You guys really have nothing else to do, do you?" A2 comments: "What a coincidence. Why don't we visit Pascal this afternoon?"
"Emil..." Sunset mumbles: "So he doesn't remember anything..."
"You know him?" A2 hands Sunset a fish: "Better tell me all about him. That ball thingy is creeping me out."
"Ball thingy?" Sunset says, eyes wide open: "May I remind you that he was once the ultimate weapon of the human race. The one who beat the aliens so much that had to invent the machine lifeforms."
"No kidding," A2 says, taking a bite off of the fish: "So, let me get this straight: the aliens invented the machines just to beat Emil?"
"Apparently," Sunset says: "Have you wondered why all the machines got round heads just like Emil's?"
"Now that you mentioned it," Popola says: "All the machine lifeforms are based around those round heads."
"Aside from that Pascal fellow," Devola adds: "He's certainly an odd one."
"By the way, did you put salt in this?" Sunset asks: "I don't want to sound unappreciative, but I don't think I can eat salt for now."
"No salt, huh?" A2 continues, voice muffled by food in her mouth: "Too bad, I used some of the salt Popla bought back there. Sorry, I'll pay you back."
"Not to worry," Popola smiles before putting on her serious face: "Sunset, you need to have a sufficient amount of salt intake if you don't want to get Hyponatremia and die."
"Yeah," Devola says, finishing her fish: "You'll feel tired all the time, and that doesn't sound too good during a battle, now, does it?"
"Alright, alright!" Sunset shouts: "I will take a bite."
However, as soon as the salty taste shoots up her tongue, Sunset spits her food out and throw the fish away as if it's some kind of demonic being.
"Are you ok?" A2 asks with solicitude as Sunset shivers in fear: "What happened?"
"Salt..." Sunset's voice quivers: "People...turn into salt...the air...full of people...tastes so salty..."
"Sunset!" A2 calls out to Sunset's name before giving Popola an angry look: "Sunset, are you ok?"
"People...turns into salt..." Sunset mumbles as she stands still like a statue: "I saw it...people slowly turn into salt...and the salts flow everywhere...I can taste it..."
"Oh, dear," A2 gives Sunset a hug: "I heard that humans do this hug thing to comfort each other. I don't know if I am doing this right, but I hope you feel better."
"Oh, my..." Popola says, eyes wide open: "I don't know it's that bad..."
"What happened?" Devola asks: "She seems to be suffering from some form of PTSD."
"People..." Sunset mumbles: "Turn into salt. It's slow and painful. Nothing can stop it. Once you get it, you are a goner. When you completely turn into salt, your body, or the salt that was once your body, will flow everywhere, and people can taste in...in the air. Fluttershy turned into salt in front of my eyes...Her body turned into salt...it was blown everywhere by the wind...I could taste it in the air..."
"There, there," in an endeavor to comfort Sunset, A2 starts to pet her on the back: "We are here no matter what happened. It's all gonna be ok."