[Tsuzuki winces and glances away. Oh yeah: shinki. He gets so used to talking casually with people that he says things like that, forgetting that they can't remember anything -- that their memories have been walled somehow away....
It's terrible. Losing some things might not matter, but there are other things that he would never, ever want to lose, and shinki don't get any kind of choice.]
Sorry.
Yeah, I talk more when I get drunk, anyway!
[Sometimes about things he really shouldn't.] But my tolerance's pretty good.
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It's terrible. Losing some things might not matter, but there are other things that he would never, ever want to lose, and shinki don't get any kind of choice.]
Sorry.
Yeah, I talk more when I get drunk, anyway!
[Sometimes about things he really shouldn't.] But my tolerance's pretty good.