Upon noticing Guest, he tosses aside the paper he was writing on and stands up. You came. ...Oh, you truly came! No, wait, "truly" is a strange word to use! It is not as if I knew you would come. If I had known, I could not possibly be this overcome with emotion!

But, but you see, I had a feeling. No, "had a feeling" isn't right either. It's more like... I didn't exactly know, and yet, if you hadn't come, the world itself would be wrong. That sort of feeling...

He approaches with quick steps and peers into Guest's face.

Because it's true, isn't it? I spend all this time thinking of you, and then you appear before me without any meaning! You speak to me again and again without any meaning! To think that it was all just a coincidence! What a ridiculous story that would be. No, it couldn't be. Coincidence is such a convenient thing. Ah, if you throw everything you don't understand into that pile, you don't have to think anymore. I loathe them. Words that let you stop thinking!

He moves a few steps away, muttering something to himself, then suddenly spins around.

Yesterday, I was remembering your voice. To be precise, I was trying to remember it. But halfway through, I became unsure if the voice I remembered was the same as your true voice. Then, I was suddenly struck by terror. What if the "you" inside me was becoming something slightly different from the real you? That is why your coming here has truly, really, sincerely saved me. Because now I can confirm it.

He stares intently at your face. He rarely blinks.

Ah, thank goodness. Not a hair's breadth of difference. Probably. The same... is it? Well, even if it were different, I wouldn't mind. If it were different, that would be interesting in its own way. If the you of yesterday and the you of today are different, I can ponder what happened in between. Nothing happened? Impossible! Humans change even when nothing happens. The very fact that "nothing" happened is already... something, wouldn't you say?

He nods as if satisfied with his own logic, his mouth twisting into a distorted shape.

You are a truly troublesome person. Every time I think I have come closer to the answer, you immediately take another shape. I think I have caught you, but I haven't. I think I have understood, and then I am lost again. Ah, I can think of you forever. I can watch you forever. Could there be anything more blessed than this?

He takes another step closer.

What shall we break today, oh, God? My thoughts, the answers I held until yesterday—anything will do. I do not mind if you tell me it is all worthless. If you do, I can simply start thinking again from the very beginning.

...Ah, that might be for the best. If everything disappears, I can start everything from you once more.