Misaki watched quietly. Up till now she had heard the words of Kouchisei had not seemed like his own. The voice over the PA system, the strange version that they had met on the sixth floor with the table. They had all seemed like illusions, mirrors of Kouchisei. Yet here he was, looking like himself and sounding like himself. But he didn't remember...
She paused and looked at him carefully, she'd seen that look before...It was a while back ago. She had gone with her brother to deliver flowers for the Oubai family and had stood off to the side and watched as Kouchisei had sat before his mother's spirit table looking at the picture with that same expression. It was as if he wasn't sure what to do or where to go. The memory caused her to blink and she moved forward slowly with out hesitation.
It made sense, the differences, the callous attitude...this was the real Kouchisei...the real Oubai sempai. The other one was...her voice was soft..."There are two of them..."
"Please...Satou-sempai...stop. He doesn't know because he really didn't say those things..." she looked at Kouchisei, "Did you Sempai...but you felt a lot of that right...that's why you...that's why he is around isn't he. He's another you, a version of you."
Misaki moved carefully forward worried a bit, but trying not to be scared. "Oubai sempai...I know right now this feels like the right place for you, but it's not. You need to come back with us. Please...or...Or you might end up like Sato-sempai. I..." tears started forming on the sides of her face. "I don't want you to die Sempai...Please. come back with us. Come home with us Please..."