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You're an idiot.
I would tell you this to your face, but I already kind of did, and all it got us was you running off to prove a point and then getting yourself kidnapped by the undead. Actually, come to think of it, I've told you this a lot of times, and every time you just do something stupid anyway that I have to save you from.
...Okay, yes, or that you or Reimi or Nadeko have to save me from, but I'm still not going to forget about the mushroom death cult! I think that counts for five!
Whatever. I went with you anyway. We all went with you anyway.
It worked out in the end, I guess. If the scapegoat puppet queen hadn't been Yoka, it would've been some stranger, and maybe someone else would've tried to save them, but there were a lot of dead revolutionaries between 7G and us. Who could say if they'd have done any better? I mean, not to say that we're special or anything, but --
Scratch that. I am not going to sit here and say that your whole "we live in the middle of nowhere, we can't have dreams and ambitions, lower your expectations about your life so you don't leave me behind" crap was right when it caused this in the first place. So fine! Fine. Agano girls saved the world, we're special, we can dream of whatever we want, et cetera. Whatever.
But then again, I said the same thing to you for two straight years. You said the same thing to yourself. So did every adult in town, even before you could say they were projecting about half of them not being able to do their own jobs anymore until we got them back their opposable thumbs. So I guess we were all pretty screwed up.
Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. This is why I'm never actually telling you this. Or anyone. Reimi would lord it over me for centuries.
But I have to say. We have a future now, right? Sure, not everyone went back to normal normal. Most people overcorrected or didn't correct enough. I might wake up one day with a mouse head, which is at least an improvement on before. But thanks for that. And for being stubborn enough that we -- I -- had to chase after you.
We're gonna be fine. I hope. Maybe.
Just don't do it again, okay?
...You definitely will. Or Yoka will, or Nadeko, or Reimi, or me. Maybe someone else entirely. That's just how people are. Running away, reaching out, being stupid about it all.
Ugh, I am getting nowhere. I'm just going to put in another book order instead. Maybe read some textbooks in case whatever I learn ends up saving our lives one day. It could happen. (Again.)
And thanks. For most of it.