so incensed during class. So as not to be distracted by that last fact, I •…”—…Š‡†—’›ˆƒ…‡ƒ†ƒ•‡†ǡDz‡–‡‰—‡••ǡ‘ƒ‹ǫdz Dz‡’ǤŠ‡›™‡”‡•™ƒ”‹‰ƒŽŽƒ”‘—†–Š‡’ƒ”–›”‘‘‘–Š‡–Š‹”† ˆŽ‘‘”ǤŠ‡›ǯ”‡•‘ƒ‘›‹‰Ǥ•Š‘—Ž†ǯ˜‡‰‘‡†‘™ –‘–Š‡ˆ‹”•–ˆŽ‘‘”Ǥdz What an utterly fortuitous topic of conversation. Dzˆˆ„›ƒˆƒ…–‘”‘ˆ–™‘ǡdz–‡ƒ•‡†Ǥ Tousuke sullenly put in a new song, so I granted him a reprieve. It was the latest track from his newest band, which put him in a good mood. Normally, I would have felt the same. Normally, I would have been irritated to know that those people were at the same establishment as us, just like Tousuke was. Having to cross paths with the Moai folks during my university life was inexcusable. Today, however, was different. You could perhaps even call this convenient. I had decided on something, after all. I would talk to Tousuke. I would tell him that there was something I planned to doȄsomething that I had to do, in order to give the last three years of my life any measure of meaning. Before anything else could happen, I decided to confide in my dear friend. In order to do so, first, I would have to tell him all about them. I had to tell him about the Moai that we had originally built, and the Moai that Tousuke so loathed. After much loud protest and resistance, Tousuke set down the mic, ƒ†–‘‘–Š‡‘’’‘”–—‹–›–‘•–”‹‡—’–Š‡…‘˜‡”•ƒ–‹‘ǤDzƒ›ǡŽ‹•–‡Ǥdz ‘—•—‡ǯ•‘Ž›”‡’Ž›™ƒ•–‘Ž‘‘„ƒ…ƒ–‡ǡ™‹†‡-eyed and questioning. Dzƒ–ƒŽ–‘›‘—ƒ„‘—–•‘‡–Š‹‰ƒŽ‹––Ž‡•‡”‹‘—•ǫdz Dz›ǡŠ‘™rareǨ–ǯ•‘‡–Š‹‰–‘…‘‡ˆ”‘‡ǡ–Š‡Š‘‘”••–—†‡–ǡ but to think that even Kaede would have something serious to say! What ‡˜‡”…‘—Ž†–Šƒ–„‡ǫdz ‰ƒ˜‡Š‹–Š‡‡š’‡…–‡†”‡–‘”–‘ˆǡDz†‘ǯ–•‡‡ƒ›Š‘‘”••–—†‡–• Š‡”‡ǡdz„‡ˆ‘”‡‘…‡‘”‡•–ƒ”–‹‰ǡƒ‰Ž‹‰myself slightly away from him so as not to make the conversation seem too intense. Dz‘–Š‘•‡‘ƒ‹‰—›•ǡ–Š‡‘‡•›‘—Šƒ–‡Ǥdz DzŠ‡›‘—‰Š–ƒ‰‘„ƒ…Š‘‡–‘ƒ•–‡”•Žƒ†Ǩdz Dz‡ƒŠǡ•‘ƒ„‘—––Š‡Ǥdz