“Too late.”
“-Little boy. What happened to your eye? -Who are you? How do you know my name? -We’re your family, Kubo. Your mother’s sisters. And we’ve been looking for you for so long. It is so lovely to meet you, Kubo. Face to face. Come, Kubo. Come to your aunties. No reason to be afraid, Kubo. We just need your other eye. Your grandfather admires it so.”
“Come, Kubo. Come to your aunties.”
“Can you hear me, Kubo? We must search for shelter before your grandfather comes. We need to go, now.”
