[ After a moment of silence, he lightly pats her head. ]

You're right. They're not important.

... I used to be something like an amnesiac before. All I had was my name and I didn't like that. So, I changed it. However, I was still "something" that I can't change... even if I made use of it when I could. It's frustrating to think that my actions are not of my own will, but of someone else's, like a rigid script. So to have a choice like that, I'm really jealous.

[ But nothing malicious. ]