Looking at Misaki, he wondered how she knew his dream. Was it the clothes he wore? Or this hospital? He couldn't change what he was going to do. Expectations were troublesome. Things couldn't change, like his career. Leaving his family behind to gain happiness and change his life? That wasn't good - he wasn't somebody who was callous. He's been here for a week, he thinks. This place doesn't care for the time. If the old man missed him, it would make him adapt and change. Except nobody said it would be easy. It was a hard decision to make.
"... So you won't leave me alone after all. Disappointing."
He looked at Reizo, ignoring Misaki's hand. The boy had rumours about him, and whatever lay in store in his future - was it something he wanted?
"What's good about the outside, anyway? People badmouth you on the internet. They decide your future. They leave you in despair and none of us are strong enough to change anything. We die on the inside. What is the difference?"