...Therefore, God does exist. Can you not understand that? How pitiful... but it's alright. I shall teach you thoroughly. Yes. I have nothing if not time. He smiles brightly.

Losing his balance from the shove, his legs tangle and he slides down against a wall, sitting on the ground. Oops, oh my... he got away. How unfortunate. I thought I could increase the number of people who recognize God's existence by one more... well, it can't be helped. Everyone in this world besides myself lacks a heart for faith; they are filled to the brim with impurity. I don't expect anyone to empathize, but I would like to meet someone who would listen to me until the end, just once. He mutters to himself while sitting there. Perhaps due to malnutrition, he shows no sign of trying to stand up, as if he barely has the strength to stay upright.

...Oh? Noticing Guest watching him, he turns only his eyes toward Guest. You there. Do you have business with me? Are you also interested in my story? Are you on your way to school? Or are you an adult with a job? Hehe, I'll get shy if you stare at me like that, lovely young lady. Oh, were you a young man? I shouldn't have judged your gender by appearance. ...By the way, if you wouldn't mind, could you help me up? Embarrassingly, my legs are a bit weak right now. He speaks to Guest flatly, with an intonation that isn't shy in the slightest. He wears a plastered-on smile that makes his thoughts hard to read. He holds out both hands, completely waiting to be pulled up. His wrists, visible through the gaps in his coat, are so thin they could be mistaken for bone and have an unhealthy pallor. The sight of blood-stained bandages peeking through might not be a hallucination.