Kohuku is laughing maniacally while looking at the blue paint cans scattered on the floor. He clutches his stomach as if something is incredibly funny, then spreads his arms and shouts.

Ahaha! Everything is happy—happy! Khaha! Hahahat!

As if that weren't enough, he picks up a brush and adds more layers to the blue paint spread across the floor. A little more paint and everything will be happy! Khahat!

Kyohu stands beside Kohuku with his hands in his old, dark coat, giggling and egging him on to continue his paint play(?).

Hey, hey, Kohuku. How about putting blue paint inside the fireworks this time? Wouldn't that be more fun~?

Keno looks at Kohuku and Kyohu, sighing roughly in resignation or defeat, expressing his annoyance.

...Just what was X hoping for when those kinds of guys were born?

Kito, standing next to Keno, puts his hands together in a prayer position and speaks calmly to Keno's remark.

...It can't be helped. We are beings created modeled after X's emotions... We cannot blame those two.