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?

That moment I felt a bit like crying. I don't really know why. Nana's hand felt so warm that it even warmed my heart.

What people consider precious is different for everybody.

It takes a lot of strength to hold onto and care for the things we love, so why is it that god seems to have made humans unable to conjure up that degree of power and love?

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

So you have to accept facts as fact.

Even if you fall on the runway, I wouldn't blame you. It would mean that we made a mistake in choosing you.