[ She's annoying, Akechi says, and Asa stiffens, missing Yoru for all the wrong reasons. To an outsider, they're saying the exact same thing: the one, important difference is that she knows he means it. Bastard (bastard).

She pulls her knees in tighter and rests on her chin on top, trying to disguise her anger as leftover tension from the earlier argument. ]

Yeah... she's always talking about love like it means something. Like it matters. Can you believe people actually think like that?

[ Maybe her real mistake was putting aside her own cynicism just because someone showed her the slightest kindness. Akechi's right about one thing — having hope only opens you up to future disappointment. ] When she started bugging me about my preferences, that was the last straw. It's one thing listening to her blab on and on about her boyfriend, but don't bring me into it.

[ The cruelty comes easy. All she has to do is pretend Anna is someone like her: selfish, jealous, fake. ]