Ah, I thought we had history so you'd know something about it.

( memories that he doesn't know, pieces of him that doesn't make sense, and he doesn't understand any of it. he knows they aren't his memories, the mere thought of them are fabricated, and maybe his time in the simulation built him to think like this. that's an excuse, but his dementia makes it even worse, so what does he know? )

Oh! I didn't need to write anything at the time. ( you know, he was giving hope by making despair, and stuff like that. he opens and closes his prosthetic as she takes the wish slip so that the soft whirring sound is heard, hm, actually it isn't because of his hand — he's always written like that. )

I was right, your handwriting is pretty nice, thank you. ( with it back in his possession, he stares at the area where the wish would go, and then his eyes lift to stare at chiaki. ) "It feels like dying," is what you said... but it's nice.

( having someone or something to die for... it makes him smile. )