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𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 — 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚊.

EVEN WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS

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Isn't it just? All I've done for years is listen to my own selfishness.

Is it a better life?

It is...

The life I've grown used to.

An existence isn't a life.

Then I'll tell you when I know.

I'm a selfish person. I paid handsomely, so now it amuses me to want you to live a good life. Anything but your happiness would shortchange me.

There are only so many more chances to live a happier life in Tokyo. But if you mean here, then...

I suppose that in some strange way, it is.

[ Good, or better, or — happier? His own realization that it makes him sound like a lunatic pulses light in the shadow of the Murmur. Yes, yes, he knows. ]

...Subaru-kun. You're mistaken. Your life is in Tokyo.

You are going back — to Tokyo.

Then to be shortchanged is inevitable.

( To think, emotion can bloom on this side of the Murmur: rare prickling of awe. )

...Subaru-kun. I thought we had an understanding.

We do. My happiness is something different.

I can't agree to this arrangement.

I can't be happy if you're not there.

Don't be a child.

It's the truth.

You managed nine years. You'll manage again.

I'll be alive, like you wished.

This isn't life. It's purgatory.

Has it occurred to you that you're putting us at odds?

It was one of the first things to occur to me.

I see. And, hypothetically, if I regrettably perished here as well?

Would you allow that? By someone... no, anything else's will.

You can't think suicide by your hand again is such a stretch.

I can think that. I do think it, actually.

What is this about? Really.

You think you've finally found your toy, so you can keep it?

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