[ Haruto's eyes widen in incomprehension. That makes no sense. He's here, he's not dead.
But, somehow, the more he thinks about it, the more it starts to make sense. And so, little by little, a deep seated horror starts to creep into his mind. ]
I... I don't want to die!
[ What if she's right, what if the people he left back in Tokyo found out the truth about him after the fire, after he passed out and disappeared? What if they found out who he was and immortalized him in song as some kind of hero? ]
I never wanted to be remembered. I just wanted to live in peace.
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But, somehow, the more he thinks about it, the more it starts to make sense. And so, little by little, a deep seated horror starts to creep into his mind. ]
I... I don't want to die!
[ What if she's right, what if the people he left back in Tokyo found out the truth about him after the fire, after he passed out and disappeared? What if they found out who he was and immortalized him in song as some kind of hero? ]
I never wanted to be remembered. I just wanted to live in peace.