[... This is the first time that Tiir's ever really spoken about his feelings. It's strangely... tiring, in a way, and so, by the end of it, he's run out of laughter, run out of anger—run out of everything but the sorrow that's always swallowed up his life and a sense of brokenness that he's always hated.

Thus, this time, he smiles, as his eyes fade back to blue.]

It doesn't matter, even if I change myself. Whether I will it or not, I'm defined by these eyes. I could be exactly like you in everything else, and it wouldn't matter.

(And how I wish I were more like you—)

The world has rejected our existence. That does make it rather difficult to be proud of ourselves, for any of us. Despite knowing that it's unreasonable, that we shouldn't have anything to be ashamed about—even someone like me, who as an Iino Doue bearer has better circumstances than others...

[He looks up at the sky, still smiling sadly.]

In the end, even I'm not strong enough.