And─the health teacher. I tried putting myself in Senjogahara’s shoes. Unlike me, who just coped with it for two brief weeks over spring break, ever since she entered high school, it had stayed that way. What did she resign herself to? What did she give up on? She’d had more than enough time to do so. “Are you feeling sorry for me? Oh, how generous of you,” Senjogahara spat as if she’d read my mind. Disgusting, I could all but hear her add. “But it’s not generosity that I want.” “……” “I want your silence and your indifference, nothing more. If you have those, could you give them to me? You value your cheeks, as free of pimples as they are, don’t you?” And then. Senjogahara smiled. “If you promise me your silence and your indifference, Araragi, then nod twice. I’ll consider any other action, even freezing, as hostile behavior and promptly move to attack.” There wasn’t a shred of reluctance in her words. Having no choice, I nodded. I nodded to her twice. “There.” Upon seeing this─Senjogahara seemed to relax.