[ Just as before ]

Do you ever regret?
What?
Of leaving me.
No.
Then... Why am I still here?
Because you’re leaving me.
Can’t I?
You may.
Then... Why am I still here?
You wanted to.
Can’t I?
Yes.
Then... Why are we still here?
Because there’s no way out.
It burns. It hurts. Can you hug me?
Yes. Just as before.

... the house burned down

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