[It's not fair. It's not fair, to give him these feelings. To make him think why couldn't you have died instead before that makes him just as sick. It's not fair that Akechi is always hiding things from him like this, like he needs to be protected. It's not fair that with reactions like these, maybe he does.

He hunches over on the side of the bed, laughing again in a broken way and holding his own head too tight, shaking.]

I've never been this angry before, you know? It's amazing... my whole body is shaking. I really can only see red... I thought that was something only for story books, but it's difficult to see past that color at all. Aha... always, no matter what, it's always that I'm too weak to handle something, isn't it?

And at the same time, I'm dressed pretty and given a pat on the back and told to lift my chin and look presentable. For the Tenshouin name, for the sake of everyone— I had to chase something that was that way just for me, and then I was knocked down and thoroughly crushed. I couldn't be the hero. I was the villain, dethroned by a girl who knew much better than I ever did.

And here? Shall I sit and smile and act as if everything is fine, because you'll all "come back?" I'm so... I'm so angry, I think I'm going to be sick.