[All he's asked from life was something easy, something he can write off with apathy. He'll slip into a peaceful, boring death, and no one will remember him. But it's moments like these: how his eyes slide to the edge of his vision to watch Monica's movements, how his ears relax to the easy pace of her words, the warm atmosphere within the restaurant--

Ah, who knows how our lives will turn out. Let's just try to stay as good friends as possible.

--and for some reason, it stings when she says she has nothing to lose. What the hell? That's the arrangement they chose. Why was he hoping she'd say something else?]

There's no reason to make our lives any more difficult. Any moron would know that. [Stay alone, be safe. Yet he remembers what that boy so long ago said: Seki, aren't you lonely being by yourself all the time?]

Who cares if it's unfulfilled? It's not like we've got anything to fulfill.