The sound of Renju's voice disturbed the mental recital of the words of his textbook. So he tried to pretend she had not questioned him and, with all the politeness and thought he could muster, appeared to carry on reading.
Truthfully, he found it hard, and his hours spent revising had increased as consequence. His current opinion on the situation was that they must be careful. He had at first felt confident - risk-taking, hopeful, certainly a good deal expectant - and now they were overreaching because they all lacked rational deliberation and thought.
His next thought was simply about Reizo Shirai. It was clear from his exchange with Kiriko that he thought some people were better than others. Well, it was not just because most people did not take a gun and shoot people. They were understanding, and he was scared.
The feeling he had was the kind of feeling he got when it came to disagreeing with family elders. There was a period where he felt awkward and cold, and sick at least, and there was a need to stay at least three days underneath the covers of his bed in his room.
He mumbled something, and then looked around the room. Renju was not as intimidating as others he knew. He'd never really bothered talking to her. If he wanted to see what she was like then he would have to.
"It's loathsome." His hands propped the book in front of his nose, and so it seemed he was reading it. "I'm not even sure what to think, now. You don't seem that enamoured by it either."