It's clear Sora hasn't seen this particular script, and Masaomi, devoid of the answer he was looking for, is left empty, without any idea of what he can say. Hadn't he'd made it clear that he doesn't want to talk about himself, that the answer to Sora's question will only hurt them both? This isn't a bounce house they're playing in. It's some sort of twisted afterlife limbo.

No one here had a happy ending.

Exasperated and just about ready to give it all up himself, Masaomi splays both arms to each side, as if to gesture at everything around them. The smile twitching at the edge of his lips is unforgiving.

"I'm dead."

Not great, indeed.

"But how are you?"