Slater

“Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you. As long as you remember her, you are not alone.”
― Magica Quartet

“There’s another me right here,” she said, pointing over her own right shoulder. “When I get all rowdy and have fun with Muimi-chan and Akiharu-kun and Mikoko-chan and you like this, that part of me is just watching on, sighing. It’s looking down on me with cold disdain as I have my fun, saying ‘What you’re doing won’t amount to anything.’ ”

“Sighing,” she said. “I know I’ll probably never be like Mikoko-chan until the day I die, but maybe I’ll be able to once I really do die. If I’m reincarnated, I want to come back as Mikoko-chan. I want to be able to laugh with complete innocence like her, to get mad when I want to be mad, to cry like crazy when I’m sad. That’s what makes a great life.”

“I . . .” This time I was speaking from the heart. “I don’t want to be reincarnated. I want to just hurry up and die.”
― NisiOisiN, Zaregoto, Book 2: The Kubishime Romanticist

“Tomo.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Just saying.

They were hollow, entirely empty words.

Words anybody, anybody could say.

Just substanceless vocabulary.

“And I love you.”

Kunagisa laughed.

And that was all there was to it.

Ultimately, that was all.

“That’s the Ikkun I love.”

And thus, “I wanted you to save me.”

I had just one response to that.

A single phrase I wanted to send to Mikoko-chan.

Likely, they were the same words Tomo-chan had for me.

And indeed, they were suitable.

“Don’t be so spoiled.”
― NisiOisiN, Zaregoto, Book 2: The Kubishime Romanticist