"...That's just cruel." Satoru Gojo tightened his grip on the armrest, hard enough to make one wonder whether he would crush the wood. "Taking everything on all by yourself is just too cruel."
"Doesn't that make me look useless as your best friend?" Satoru Gojo's lips curved. "I'm not letting you steal all the glory."
Exactly. He had already made up his mind, so there was no sneaking off alone.
Suguru Geto sighed. "That's Satoru for you."
"I really don't know whether to call it bad luck or good luck..." Suguru Geto certainly knew what it felt like to be considered Satoru Gojo's best friend. As a friend, he was beyond reproach, but for An Xinyi, this definitely meant getting saddled with a huge headache.
"...Why can't you win?" Osamu Dazai seemed to be asking someone else, yet also himself. "What's missing?"
What had left him struggling and suffering through this despairing cycle?
"How could this happen?" DD felt as though its logic circuits were about to crash. "Then what's the point of anything we're doing now?"
If they could never reach the end, never fulfill that long-cherished wish no matter what they did, what was the point of all this struggle?
"Of course there's a point."
An Xinyi spoke those words with unshakable conviction. "I keep turning back time precisely to find that miracle. The process is long and painful, but it is absolutely not meaningless."
"I'm forgetting. An Xinyi is forgetting."
An Xinyi 144 closed his eyes, seemingly recalling something, yet the corners of his lips lifted unconsciously. "We're always forgetting, because we can't remember so much, nor are we capable of holding on to it all...but that warmth still lingers in our hearts."
"On this long journey, we've encountered so many warm people and moments. It's precisely