"Well, good." I lift my head and force my face into a cocky smirk, though I'm sure it doesn't reach my eyes. "Because I'm not a child." I tap two fingers on the top of the box. It makes a hollow sound. "This... This is not me. Not anymore. I do not... I don't care."

I swallow, wishing it would mean something, wishing I could feel it.

"Do you remember things, Masato? The way things feel?"

The question is out of me before I even realize it, and I pull back immediately. "You don't have to answer that. It is crass."