[ Kamoshida. He faintly remembers that name. Wasn't it the guy in the picture that was displayed all over that... palace, castle, whatever that place is? Mondo can't deny that the dream realm was definitely conveying something real. At least, all his memories were real. So were Tsumiki's. No matter how fictional this guy's seemed, that was part of his memory too, wasn't it? That was... how his world was, maybe. ]
So what? You're sayin' that back in your world, you could've... [ God, saying this makes him feel gross. ] ...what, 'helped' me? Hah. What's the point of sayin' all that now? There ain't a thing you can do about it. And I'm tryin' to do what I can here. I don't need your fuckin' hand.
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[ Kamoshida. He faintly remembers that name. Wasn't it the guy in the picture that was displayed all over that... palace, castle, whatever that place is? Mondo can't deny that the dream realm was definitely conveying something real. At least, all his memories were real. So were Tsumiki's. No matter how fictional this guy's seemed, that was part of his memory too, wasn't it? That was... how his world was, maybe. ]
So what? You're sayin' that back in your world, you could've... [ God, saying this makes him feel gross. ] ...what, 'helped' me? Hah. What's the point of sayin' all that now? There ain't a thing you can do about it. And I'm tryin' to do what I can here. I don't need your fuckin' hand.