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It isn't as if you go out of your way to be lady-like.

It's not the 1970s anymore, grandpa. Modernize.

There's still time to send you to a finishing school.

And let them tarnish my sparkling personality? As if.

It might be a way to resume a regular life. Wouldn't you like that?

I promise you, no one who lives a regular life where I'm from has gone to a finishing school.

Then, at least a university. You'd make a fine accountant.

...do you somehow think we'll be going back home?

You'll be home sooner than you think. Careful what you wish for.

You're going to end up disappointed.

No. ( And through the Murmur, the rippling resolve of certainty. ) I'm afraid that doesn't happen to me.

Bullshit. [ But... ] Never?

I'm a selfish man. Why should I bend for the world, when it can break for me?

How is that working out for you here?

I'm thriving, and this world is deteriorating. What do you think?

I think you sound delusional.

Then, if I die, you can say you were right.

I'd be too busy mourning to brag properly.

I wouldn't presume to put you in that position.

Aren't you such a gentleman.

...what do you want, really? You don't particularly like me.

Do you really think I'd waste the energy on someone I didn't particularly like? [ Come on. ] I think you're interesting, Seishirou, but I can't seem to figure you out. It's like you wear all these masks... I want to see what's underneath.

There's nothing there.

[ There's no sense of dishonesty there. Still: ] Bullshit.

Haha! You've got me. I contain vast truths and secrets only a pretty girl can master!

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