"..." He blinked and kept a straight face without answering—he simply wanted to hear what else she could come up with.
"Besides, you said you knew what each of us was thinking right from the start." Her small hand tightened its grip on his clothes, and her face dipped lower, falling into shadow.
"And you're busy yourself. You have plenty of other things to do—so why would you join us and waste your time under those circumstances?"
"I kept thinking it over, and there's only one answer."
"Unless... you were lying when you said your condition could be cured."
"In that case, of course, even if we really stayed in a band for the rest of our lives, it wouldn't take that much time... right?"
"..." Ogura Asahi looked up at the ceiling.
So that was another way to look at it. He thought he could guess what she would say next.
At the same time, he admired her imagination.
"You said it last time, didn't you, Asahi-chan? All of us, including Mutsuko-chan, are lost children."
"Could it be that... you want to use what little time you have left to help us find our way, Asahi-chan?"
"You said you never had many friends before, and that you joined the band with an ulterior motive... Is your wish to make lifelong friends in your final days, so we'll bid you farewell in tears?"
"..." He had to admit, Nagasaki Sōse had convinced him.
If he hadn't known the truth, there really wouldn't have been anything wrong with her reasoning...
In fact, if this had been just a few months earlier, her theory would have been the heartbreaking, tear-jerking truth!
Unfortunately, time was a funny thing...
Hearing no answer, Nagasaki Sōse assumed she had guessed correctly. Her body twisted as she