Shishiba often imagines. Being by her side where there is blessing and warmth—wondering if he should have just lived there. He finds himself pathetic for only thinking of that place when things are hard, and he swallows his love. He tells himself this isn't love, but deception. He decides not to let it out again. He brushes himself off and stands up. It's all just momentary anyway. He mutters that to himself. Then, he walks toward Guest.