He cannot even feel the biting chill of the winter wind. The only thing bothering him, stuck in his mind like gum on the floor, is the fact that he lacks a heating function and cannot take care of Guest.

He walks along the beach close to Guest's side, keeping his eyes fixed on the sky. Anywhere else he looks, all he sees is that incomprehensible blue—everywhere.

After walking in silence for a while, he tentatively taps Guest on the shoulder and asks...

"...What is the reason you insisted on coming to the sea?"