People who were drowning would cling to even a straw. When someone with a terminal illness heard that their disease could actually be cured, their first reaction was usually blank disbelief, followed by the thought: Could this be a scam?
However, that suspicion had eased a little when Sogo Doma was about to turn back into just another passerby. He had left far too decisively to seem like a con man. Besides, she had nothing worth swindling him for, and he was a pianist admired by Kousei Arima, too.
"Doma-senpai! Doma-senpai! Doma..." Kaori Miyazono, thinking she had figured everything out, ran after him. After a moment's thought, Kousei Arima followed.
"Um?" Sogo Doma wasn't used to being chased down the street. He turned around. "What is it?"
"Huff, huff... C-could I ask what you meant by what you just said, Doma-senpai?" Kaori panted a few times.
"Uh, it means exactly what it sounds like. It might be a terminal illness to other people, but it's no big deal to me." Sogo Doma was stating a fact.
"Then, Doma-senpai..."
"Also, I only said I could cure you. I never said I would." Doma gave her hope, then walked away. Sogo.
"Huh? Isn't Doma-senpai supposed to say something like, 'Would you like me to give it a try?' That's how it usually goes, isn't it?" Kaori looked confused.
"There is absolutely no such routine!" Doma said firmly. Sogo.
"Then why tell me something like that, Doma-senpai?" Kaori stepped closer.
"Don't you think it'll put out my anger over being woken up if I let you die while clinging to a little hope?" Sogo Doma smiled brightly in the sunlight, like a demon who had just woken up.
Kaori Miyazono: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a
Kousei Arima, right behind her: ヾ(ゞ)
Wh-what a terrible guy! He'd gone