The scene slowed down, now. All traces of the man began to disappear and the apartment began to transform back into what it truthfully was. The lightness of the house was gone, and the rooms were back to being shrouded in unhappy shadows.
Toshio watched with lack of sympathy from the doorway as Jenny cried over what he had shown her just before. She wanted to know why he was the way he is, and she found out just what made him into the ghost of a boy he was today. His apathetic side couldn't understand human emotion anymore, and he couldn't understand why she was so upset. It wasn't like she knew him.
He appeared on the coffee table opposite her and sat cross-legged, his small form covering the drawings he had left there earlier. His head lifted slightly to look at her, his eyelids heavy. "Cursed." was his murmured reply as he fidgeted with his hands against his legs.