Don't say the words I wanted to hear from Ren.

As expected life isn't that sweet at all. When I came to Tokyo I thought I could achieve anything with my own two hands. It's not like that. To get something in these hands, I have to fight a horrible fight. But... there's not much time to grab the things you want with your hands. Why is that? And more importantly what is that I want?

I feel the same way about all my friends. To me, the exact relationship between me and someone else doesn't matter much. But people want to label everything... So I guess I seem indifferent in that way.

We are all farsighted, we give importance to those things that are far from us, while neglecting the things that are close to us... only to realize their value later when they are out-of-reach again.

So you have to accept facts as fact.

I wasn't really able to love someone but I couldn't help but want to be loved.

She was my sacred angel that I could never violate. Reira was my sanctuary. I needed something solid like that in this dirty, disappointing world.