[Little point to learning. He cocks his head at her, curious and confused. It doesn't make sense, but it does at the same time, obliquely. It's futile to pursue, that's how he interprets it; Hayame thinks it's useless to share, or even to expect anything from anyone here, because they are all so alien. Because they don't respect her customs. Because this is so different from her world.]
[Before Fugo got here, he felt alone. Afloat on a vast and incomprehensible sea. And even then, he had Kaz. How much more alone is Hayame right now?]
[Abruptly, he drains the rest of his glass and tips his chin up at her.]
Would it help you if you weren't the only one? Or do you prefer it this way?
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[Before Fugo got here, he felt alone. Afloat on a vast and incomprehensible sea. And even then, he had Kaz. How much more alone is Hayame right now?]
[Abruptly, he drains the rest of his glass and tips his chin up at her.]
Would it help you if you weren't the only one? Or do you prefer it this way?