I'm not okay with this world, but. . . it's not that what I'm referring to, or what he noticed. I mean, would anyone be completely okay with this world? I doubt I'd be the only one, Atsushi.

I. . . reacted a bit, during that last deliberation, to "fake bodies", if you noticed. It's- [...] It's one of the few things that fucks me up that the others were completely fine with. Like. . . I didn't choose to come back and stay here for myself at all. That's stupid of me, isn't it?

[ She curls her hand into a tight fist, nails digging slightly into the skin. ]

Since when did I give so much of a damn about other people that I'm suddenly the selfless bastard?