Suguha, who was still carrying a great number of conflicting emotions, frequently visited this hospital room, which Kazuto was admitted to, and continued thinking earnestly. The matter of her brother not being her real brother, and what was lost. Before long, she came up with an answer that it was nothing. That nothing would change. There would not be a single thing hurt. As before she knew the truth and after she knew, she, as always, had only been praying for Kazuto’s well-being and his return. Henceforth in those two years, only half of Suguha’s prayer had been delivered. “... Hey, Mother.” While gazing at his profile, Suguha let out a soft sound. “Yes?” “... Onii-chan, ever since he was in junior high that time, he has always been only playing net games, right... Do you think that there is a relation?” That question, which omitted a single word, of him not being the Kirigaya family’s own child, made Midori immediately shake her head. “No, it’s not related. That’s because when this child was six, he constructed a self-made machine using my room’s junk parts. Rather, my PC maniac blood was inherited. Mentally that is.” Gently smiling, Suguha nudged her mother’s arm with her elbow. “Speaking of which, Mother really liked games as a child too, I heard it from grandmother.”