"So what?" Masuzu Natsukawa suddenly interrupted someone. "I may indeed be unable to take the initiative in talking to others, but does making friends mean catering to other people? Does it mean pretending to be someone else? And can you guarantee that's what your sister wants?"
Yukino Yukinoshita froze at that. Indeed, if you could only become friends with someone through pretense, then it would ultimately be fake. Perhaps that guy's sister wasn't pretending, but they were different to begin with...
"What do you mean?" While the second Miss Yukinoshita was still pondering, Sogo Doma had already questioned her again.
"I..."
"You don't think being unable to take the initiative to talk to others is something to be proud of, do you? That only you in the whole world can understand yourself, that no one else can understand you, that you aren't the one in the wrong—the world is?"
"Of course not..." Masuzu Natsukawa retorted, but she furtively lowered her head all the same. Yukino Yukinoshita did as well.
"Then why do you think making friends means catering to others?"
"Isn't that how it is? Everyone talks about such meaningless topics..."
"What counts as a meaningful topic?" Sogo Doma asked again.
"Anyway, discussing how handsome so-and-so is, how well so-and-so plays ball, or some celebrity's gossip—what does it have to do with me whether those people are handsome or good at sports? I..."
"But that's everyday life. If you don't talk about those things, what do you want to talk about? Ideals every day? Do you have that many ideals to discuss?"
"..."
"Or perhaps discussing major international events. Miss Natsukawa, over four years ago, during the Middle East war, the United States slaughtered civilians with advanced weapons. What do you think about that?"
"..." Masuzu Natsukawa's lips twitched. Though