Cowards can't be faulted for being shy. They can't be held responsible for anything.

One thing was absolutely certain—it was a given for Kazuo. Although he might not have particularlyrealized it, or more appropriately, perhaps because he was incapable of coming to such a realization, this was what it came down to: he, Kazuo Kiriyama, felt no emotion, no guilt, no sorrow, no pity, towards the four corpses, including Mitsuru's—and that ever since the day he was dropped into this world theway he was, he had never once felt a single emotion.

But I'm willing to take a chance on believing there has to be a way. All I need is someone to believe with me.

Hey there. Here's something familiar, a bat. Hope you like it.

And so Yoshimi heard the dry pop one more time. Her forehead felt as if it were being crushed by a car. That was all.

How do you know I didn't bring you out here to dispose of you in private?

I hope you fall in love with someone nice and have a good marriage. I might end up dying without knowing what it's like to be in love.