[Kisuke was flying through screens, lines of data reflecting off of his eyes, wide and cheerful despite what he was saying about himself. Nemuri cared for him. Anyone could see that.

But, he couldn't imagine a scenario in which he could live in the living world and meet someone so sweet to him. For some reason, he didn't trust the person who sat in the seat he was in on a daily basis. He lied easily enough, not wanting it to actually be true. There was no way he could just flip and turn into him.]

Oh? But, I really don't think I am! It's unlikely that, if you had met me the way I am right now, you'd ever want to spend time with me.

[He set up a program, running through a file he found on results regarding himself. The encryptions were easy to go through--he just guessed what would be the most infuriating codes to match were.]

I'm not charming or nice. I get up late every morning. I cheat during training drills. I slurp my tea. I don't ever brush my hair. I space out. I ramble. I...

[He couldn't match Nemuri's eyes at all. Kisuke thought he was a coward.]

So, I must have done something to change all that. I'd have to change who I am for anyone to look at me like you do, right?