"So what is the serious thing you want to talk about?" she asked, looking at Hitori as he rested his chin on the bridge created by his thumbs.
He thought for a moment, although he had the topic in his mind, then said, "About the things, I found in Kamiya's room."
The corner of her lips dropped, and she lowered her gaze and tried to look away. But his stare was so damn hard to look away from. She found herself looking back at him.
"I sent you the sketch of his room along with his… plans? Diary. Yeah, with his diary. Can you give them to me? I want to read all of his plans and complete—"
"Oh, no, no, no," she protested, "do not even think about completing the plans HE had planned. If you want to reach the same goal Kamiya wanted to, then do something original."
He was taken aback, he narrowed his eyes. "Orignal? What do you mean by that?" he asked.