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[subconsciousness]

[Whoever you are, wherever you are, there's a girl riding a bicycle towards you.

Brrring brrring.]

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[seto]

What…? Waah!

[stumbles backwards.]

[subconsciousness]

[... stops the bike and looks at with mild curiosity.]

[seto]

[stares at.] Are you… human?

[subconsciousness]

Human... what makes someone human, I wonder...?

[seto]

[ducks his head.] I don't know… Maybe it's just warmth.

[subconsciousness]

... that's a nice answer.

[seto]

Is it? I don't think I'm an expert or anything.

[subconsciousness]

It's still nice.

[seto]

[nods…] It's so different here, though. I can't really tell.

[subconsciousness]

Different...?

[looks around]

[seto]

Maybe it's just me…

[subconsciousness]

Every place is different.

[seto]

It's more than that. This place feels so busy, somehow.

[subconsciousness]

Ah...

[seto]

It's nice…

[subconsciousness]

It's no good.

If there are too many people, it's no good.

[seto]

But it's really lonely otherwise.

[subconsciousness]

People are scary.

[seto]

Wh-what? I don't think that at all.

[subconsciousness]

How lucky.

[seto]

I guess I am lucky. I'm alive, and I have friends. But… I like to think it's possible for all of us.

[subconsciousness]

[looks at him consideringly]

[seto]

Is that no good?