... [There was a lot to consider. Moving on would never satisfy Kotarou. And yet, what else was there to do? He was stuck here, without a purpose, yet again. He definitely wanted to move on if he could just disappear without having to worry anymore. About what happened, about his friends, about anything. He wanted his youth, but if he couldn't have his youth anymore due to his death, what's the point in this facade anymore? It's just tiring.

And yet, he couldn't let himself give up. Moving on is scary. He should've, but he ended up here.]

I don't know the answer to that. I'm here already. Moving on is just the same as the fear of dying now. Yet...under circumstances, I think I wouldn't care if I died or not. So, maybe I can say the same for moving on. Being here is scary if I should've moved on, but the way I see it, I'm staring at that fear in the face.

I'm here because I have my regrets, right? Then let me be stubborn until I can get over it. If this is the result of my stubborn, selfish ways...then I guess I'll just have to deal with it.

[And yet, everything is just so unclear to him.]