She knew my family’s makeup. She might’ve lied, but she wasn’t joking. In any case, displaying a modicum of my “immortality” hadn’t made her trust me one bit. Oshino always said that relationships of trust were important in these things, and my current situation wasn’t a good one from that perspective. But what can you do. From here, the problem was Senjogahara’s alone. I was merely a guide. We passed through a tear in the chain-link fence onto the grounds, and into the building. It was still evening, but it was fairly dark inside. There was a lot of clutter on the floor after days and months of neglect, and you could trip on something if you weren’t careful. That’s when I realized. An empty can lying around was nothing more than an empty can to me, but it had ten times the mass for Senjogahara. Relatively speaking, that was the case. It wasn’t like in old comics where you spoke of “ten times the gravity” or “a tenth of the gravity” and left it there. The simple take that “lighter equals more athletic” didn’t work. Worse, it was this dark, in a place she didn’t know. Maybe Senjogahara couldn’t be blamed for parading a wild animal’s level of caution. Even if she were ten times faster. She’d only be a tenth as strong.