[He recognizes it. Of course he does. He'd brutally set out to do it, but it had hurt him to watch. His comrades had abandoned him after he hurt them so much, and he collapsed into the arms of the enemy with no one else left at his side. He thought he was going to die. Maybe he should have.

He stares hard at this performance, analyzing Wataru's every move, picking up what he's trying to say. The emphasis, the statement. It's cruel, he thinks. Like a revenge... Is that what this is meant to be?

Eichi is still so blind to things like kindness, or guidance. Wataru, just like everyone else, must be using him for something. But what? His thoughts waver on that point, though. He's not sure... He can't tell. It's aggravating.

At least for this, he waits until the end to speak up, and there's no clapping, even if he always enjoys the way Wataru moves his body.]

I'll ask you again, Wataru Hibiki. What's the meaning of all of this? Bringing our minds back to that place and time... What's the point, when it's so deeply engraved for both of us?

If you have a problem with me, then I'd prefer for you to criticize me directly.