“Well─” Senjogahara paused before continuing, “it was all wasted consideration in the end.” “…Seems that way.” “If I said that immortality seems convenient, would you feel hurt?” she followed up with a question. I answered, “Not so much, now.” Not so much─now. But during spring break? If someone had said that to me then─the words may have killed me. May have dealt a fatal wound. “You could say it’s convenient─but you could also say it’s inconvenient. That’s about it.” “How wishy-washy. I don’t get it.” Senjogahara shrugged. “Is it like when people talk about a ‘devil may care’ attitude? Satan probably doesn’t, but just might?” “Nothing wishy-washy there. He absolutely doesn’t.” “Oh.” “And anyway, I’m not immortal anymore. I just heal a tad faster than normal. Otherwise I’m a regular human.” “Huh, I see,” Senjogahara muttered, sounding disappointed. “I was planning on trying all sorts of things on you if I got the chance. Too bad.” “From the sound of it, some very grotesque planning was going on behind my back…” “How rude. I was only going to &% your /- before *^ing it.”