I don't want to repeat anything you already know, but if you want to ask about the Project... I don't mind.
[He nods and shrugs a little. It's true, he never had tried to make friends with most of the Reserve Course.]
I never really tried, no. Almost everyone I met was... boring. They had no ambition to try to become someone better. Nanami...
[He shifts, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out her Galaga hair pin, holding it in his palm.]
She was your classmate. The Super High School Level Gamer. The Nanami you remember from the program was a gestalt AI, made up of all our memories of the person we wanted to see again most. She... was the only person who didn't care about my lack of talent. She just wanted to be my friend and play games with me. They're both "Nanami," and yet, each of them was their own person.
[He tilts his head back, gazing up at the ceiling with a wistful smile that fades after a few seconds.]
She was the only person who made me think, even for a second, that having a normal life would be okay. Kuzuryuu's murder changed all that.
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[He nods and shrugs a little. It's true, he never had tried to make friends with most of the Reserve Course.]
I never really tried, no. Almost everyone I met was... boring. They had no ambition to try to become someone better. Nanami...
[He shifts, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out her Galaga hair pin, holding it in his palm.]
She was your classmate. The Super High School Level Gamer. The Nanami you remember from the program was a gestalt AI, made up of all our memories of the person we wanted to see again most. She... was the only person who didn't care about my lack of talent. She just wanted to be my friend and play games with me. They're both "Nanami," and yet, each of them was their own person.
[He tilts his head back, gazing up at the ceiling with a wistful smile that fades after a few seconds.]
She was the only person who made me think, even for a second, that having a normal life would be okay. Kuzuryuu's murder changed all that.