"It’s strange, isn’t it? Both of us under the
same night sky, both with empty bellies.” Yuichi laughed. I know this is incredibly stupid, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him, “Hey, I’m about to eat pork and rice!” It seemed like the worst kind of treachery. I couldn’t destroy Yuichi’s picture of us starving together
I held the feeling in my heart; the urge to discuss it died out. There was all the time in the world. In the endless repetition of other nights, other mornings, this moment, too, might become a dream.