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eop e leer ....
Nurie Kushimura.
Calculatedly avoiding happiness.
A "good experience" for him. Yuko had said that early on.
"Even without spirits getting involved, people can cause
plenty of strange events on their own. You have a healthy
mind, Watanuki, and there are all kinds of people you would
consider creepy. That is part of mankind, something that
dwells within all humans. You always talk about spirits as if
they are frightening or evil. but there is nothing as frighten-
ing or evil as humans. When you have time, Watanuki, sit
somewhere alone and toy with that idea awhile. When you
have finished paying off your fair price, and your eyes can no
longer see spirits ...
"Will you be able to see people?"
He could have sworn ...
... he heard the sound of horrible jagged teeth snapping
shut.
"Just kidding!"
Watanuki was unable to respond.
Yako continued merrily, "Now I'm all done with work,
but you, Watanuki, have just begun! When my coffee is
ready, you have quite a task ahead of you! You have to make
up for being late yesterday and skipping entirely the day be-
fore, or you may find yourself working at this shop for all
eternity!"
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OUTERHOLIC
"What task?"
"Flowing somen!" Y ako beamed.
As if that was the best possible choice.
Good things always brought suffering.
Oh.
Oh, no.
I did it again.
I wasted time.
• • • •
And time is so precious.
Nobody could possibly solve my problems. Nobody
could possibly grant my wish. I knew it would be pointless,
so why?
Let that nice child talk me into it ... let myself sit in that
terrifying woman's gaze.
And all I got was this ordinary pair of glasses.
What was the point of that?
She had said things that sounded right, but anybody
could tell these were cheaply made plastic things, the kind
sold in any hundred-yen shop. The origins she had given
were not remotely believable.
What was that all about?
Some sort of scam?
Taking advantage of people's troubles?
But it wasn't as though I'd lost anything. I had wasted a
little time, but lost nothing. Not only that, but I had been
given this pair of cheap fake glasses.
Fair price.
ANOTHERHOLIC: LANDOLT- RING AEROSOL
The boy had used that phrase.
But what fair price had I paid to acquire these? I didn't
feel as though I had done anything, but now that I was think-
ing about it ... something felt different.
Something felt wrong.
I felt as though I had lost a tangible part of myself.
Should I throw these things away?
These glasses .. _ there was nothing special about them. If
I threw them away, would this strange sense ofloss inside me
fade away?
As though I had lost a comfortable place.
As though I had lost a comfortable escape route.
As though I had a hole opened in my heart.
Or as though I had fllied a hole in my heart.
I looked at the trash can.
I should throw these glasses in there.
But then ...
"Go ahead. I dare you. "
I heard her voice.
My hand stopped.
I was hearing things, of course. I had just remembered
that phrase suddenly.
But . .. why not? I thought. I didn't need to make up my
mind right away.
I walked on past the garbage can, keeping the glasses.
There was a crosswalk ahead of me.
The light was red, so I stopped.