Mirai stood quietly by the wall for some time. The sight of Yachiyo had made him utterly angry. She was controlling Miyume after she'd died. This was not the way he would have wanted it. He slid his hands in his pockets. He couldn't understand why he was so angry about it.

And it was a great hurt to him that he felt alone. He turned a shoulder and rested on his arm - and watched everyone leave the auditorium. Yoshino with Sachiko, who was admonishing someone else he knew. He rubbed the base of his neck. The two hurriedly walked off. If his coldness scared most of those involved in the gossip off just as quick, he thought he would certainly leave a happier person.

He boiled quickly and furiously and itched to leave - he could no longer bear waiting. He came over across the floor, following behind Erika.

"Excuse me," he said tersely.