So those words... that night on the plane... were something you couldn't manage to believe for yourself...? [This definition of normal, not dirty, enters his body like a knife, though he'll have to think harder to figure out which organs...] I'm flattered you made the effort nonetheless.

[Because he has been criticizing homophobic writing decisions since he was five. So he really appreciated the comfort, and even though he doesn't appreciate the irritating insinuation that Jonathan is the first person to ever observe this merciless worldstate, can he blame the guy for feeling all alone?]

I was an English major, I know what tropes are. You believe in the all-healing women one, after everything, really? [Three different games where Vita's powers had nothing to do with the hard-won happy ending. It's evidently very possible for someone to remain convinced; his question isn't rhetorical.

Likewise leaving him not already certain that Jonathan would need to get up, and grabbing his wrist takes a good few seconds. No longer acting as a host, Hiyori can't "cheat" anymore.]

Thanks for leaving me the choice! The one thing this living hell taught me? Good guys and bad guys might treat space, time, everything like their canvas, but writing a script for a person is wrong. Unless we're reprogrammed, we all have to deal with the memories and personality we've actually got. And it's just as bad ending their story - that includes your own story!

[His eyes are fierce. The allusion to "what this seems like instead of an apology note" is not a happy one.]

I said and did a lot of things, on purpose. But do you know what I want, Jonathan? It's not seeing you in the city, I'll give you that. I want... to know what you thought about Confessions of a Mask.