He's staring at me. Shotarou-kun, I think.

I listen, feeling my eyebrows drawing down together over my nose. I -- I think I remember what happens to them with this, but I only heard the basics, I don't remember the details, why don't I remember? This must be before my time...

I put a hand on Shotarou-kun's shoulder, then put the other hand on Philip-kun's. "Why will he die?" I ask softly.