My past self couldn't believe it. I don't remember much about him - but he didn't look like that kind of killer in my other memories, either.

[He closes his eyes, expression tight and lacking in the usual air of peace he seems to give off. Under Souji's hand, Tatsuma's curls up, almost a loose fist.]

I don't know... he said a lot. It was hard to focus, and there's... still a lot I don't know about my other self.

[Though they were still undeniably so similar in so many ways. Hurt, too, in the same ways.]