I regret it.

The freak out…or was it meltdown?.

Yeah, it doesn't matter.

What matters is that I regret it.

I regretted it as I ate dinner under the kind eyes of Mrs Shimizu, and I regret it more as I eat breakfast with Bastard, while he shamelessly stares at me from across the table.

At least the food’s good— the food’s great really. Good food makes everything bearable.

“Is your head screwed on straight Sorahiko?”.

“Yes, Sir…I’m sorry Sir”. Is that a question or an ...