spirit tended to sag too, especially if you used to be active. So Hanekawa’s speculation was probably on the mark. If not for that morning. “But─and I probably shouldn’t be saying this─Senjogahara…” resumed Hanekawa. “What?” “Compared to then, she’s so much prettier now.” “………” “Her presence is so─evanescent.” The words were enough to silence me. That… Evanescent presence. As if─she had none. Like a ghost? Hitagi Senjogahara. The girl who is always ill. She─with no weight. Rumors are─rumors. Urban legends. Street gossip. Tall tales. Only half-serious, as it were. “Oh, yeah. I just remembered,” I said. “Hm?”