“Complaining about your luck is not allowed. Rokutarou, you’re not the only one that matters but they leave that aside and do their best.If you start comparing misfortunes, it would never end. What’s the meaning in that? Everyone knows you had a hard time.”

“Listen to me. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what any of this means. But I know this much. It doesn’t matter. You’re not one of them. You never were. You’re not theirs. You’re mine.”

“I was more anxious about leaving you than last time. Supposing you did not come back, and I would never be in your room again? Separation was an agony for me which, as soon as one holiday ended, started again in anticipation of the next.”

“The grass is never greener on the other side. You can only hope that with enough hard work, time, and luck that yours will become whatever shade the spray paint bottle said it would.”

“Does moping actually help humansfeel better?”"I'm not moping."“Of course you’re not. A girl like you,spending time with a warrior demigod like me. What’s to mope about? Leaving awheelchair behind couldn’t possibly show up on the radar compared to that.”

“What’s so unusual about that, princess?” he asked quietly. “Do you know how your story ends?”