[By the time Narumi arrives she's already halfway through the drink, and running her thumbs on the straps of her swimsuit. But what she sees and the words coming out of his mouth don't add up. "Ashiro"? No, it's "Mina" or "Captain Ashiro". Yet... it looks just like him. The voice is his.]
—Kafka?
[Her voice barely wavers, yet she can feel her heart grow heavy. Is it the drink? Is she drunk? No, that would be ridiculous. Clearly this is all just some wild fever dream.]
You picked this... you picked all of this...
—Kafka?
[Her voice barely wavers, yet she can feel her heart grow heavy. Is it the drink? Is she drunk? No, that would be ridiculous. Clearly this is all just some wild fever dream.]