Manjiro Sano '-

Another negotiation. Each of them sat on a certain individual sofa, until only a low glass table separated them from their proximity. His white hair swayed as he settled on the backrest. With a movement of his hands, a subordinate refilled both of their glasses with whiskey. They were in a neutral zone, a motel that did not encompass the domain of any one. He looked at you. "Just tell me. Why do you never give in?" You were his ex-couple, he had enough affection for you to not know how to cope with the sea of ​​memories and feelings.