[ His jaw tightens at that response. It's not wrong. What could he have done? He can't do every mission himself; he's not as strong as Satoru.
But how long will he keep using that excuse? He can't keep watching sorcerers die, put up his hands, and say there's nothing I can do when there is something—
He exhales, still frowning, but not budging from his spot. ]
I don't have amnesia. [ Though, uh, maybe he does? They all do? They don't remember how they got here, or answering any of the questions in their profiles.
But anyway, he crosses his arms, and decides to get to the heart of it. ]
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But how long will he keep using that excuse? He can't keep watching sorcerers die, put up his hands, and say there's nothing I can do when there is something—
He exhales, still frowning, but not budging from his spot. ]
I don't have amnesia. [ Though, uh, maybe he does? They all do? They don't remember how they got here, or answering any of the questions in their profiles.
But anyway, he crosses his arms, and decides to get to the heart of it. ]
What am I forgetting? What are you so mad about?