I'm used to being honest with myself! But sometimes I don't get it. I don't... actually get a lot of things, Amy-chan.

[Swish swish. Swish swish. Rinku would start stuffing her face with snacks like she usually does from stress, but she doesn't have any, so all she can do is swish her tail back and forth on the floor.]

I know I love everyone a lot. And maybe I'm that kind of person? It feels nice when I think about it. It's the same as learning how to fight or changing at all. It's fun and I like it, but maybe that means I'll be too different when we go back home. I mean, we're already older and that's kinda weird, right?