Your life is too short to forget anything. But mine is long. I have forgotten something. I do not know yet but I can feel it. I have forgotten something I did whether it was good or evil. Maybe good things because I cannot remember being something so pleasant in this world. People think I am better off dead but tell you what, you need me. . .
This world needs me. . .
I'm their saviour. . .
For being so stupid. . .
For being so useless. . .
For being so helpless. . .
For being so… imperfect. . .
I'm perfect. . .
Worship me. . .
In a room with three girls.
This time Sohee did not catch me reminiscing about people's lives and my existence because she's still busy teaching Mei ( who listens attentively ) and Shizuka ( who is listening to the rustle sound of her nails rubbing each other ) about something to do with y m and c and root something. In the end only Mei is listening. Well, if you can consider her constant checking the door as ignorable.