"Actually, you only thought Mashiro came to draw manga because of you—because you encouraged her to..." Sogo Doma's voice suddenly turned cold.
"I didn't..."
"Oh?" Sogo Doma laughed, though his voice remained cold. "Then have you ever taken the initiative to care about what Mashiro likes? What she's interested in?"
"..."
"I'd bet you don't know any of that." Sogo Doma continued, "All you know is that Mashiro likes drawing."
"Enough!"
"Not enough." Sogo Doma said again. "You said you gave up drawing because of Mashiro. But what if Mashiro asked you not to give it up?"
"Enough! You don't understand anything..."
"That's true." Sogo Doma said. "I don't understand anything, and I don't want to. But I do know that everything you've done has only been for your own self-satisfaction. Mashiro, on the other hand, has never asked anything of you from beginning to end. And you..."
"That's because..."
"Because what?" Sogo Doma pressed on. "Because you did everything for her? So you think everything you did before was for Mashiro's own good? Making it so a high school girl doesn't even understand the concept of money..."
"I only..."
"You just didn't want Mashiro to be burdened by trivial matters?" Doma, who really couldn't use Mind Reading, Sogo said, "If people treated you that way, Rita, would you be happy?"
"But..."
"But Mashiro doesn't mind." Sogo Doma continued. "She even seems to like the way the two of you get along?"
"..."
"Rita." Not giving her a chance to speak, Sogo Doma glanced at her and said, "Have you ever tried treating Mashiro the way you'd treat an ordinary person?"
"..."
"I think you should try it." With that, Sogo Doma turned around and waved. "I've already seen Mashiro's drawings. They're indeed perfect—so perfect that it's hard to imagine