So simple, and yet it cuts right through them. (Didn't they recognize Mutsumi's parents' names in the roster? Someone else like them, then. Maybe.) They go quiet again, idly picking at their guitar, making atonal patterns without any sense of purpose to them. And then they look back up, and they ask one of many questions that's constricting around their heart.

"What's that like? To have something that's yours."