[He hums, quietly, dragging his arm away from his eyes and staring back toward the stars as if they'd somehow be able to give him an answer. It's fucked up, it is, but... that's how it is. That's how it's always been. He'd thought he could try to fight against it, argue that even people without talent had lives that mattered.

But they don't.]

What about you, Mr. Protagonist?

[He doesn't look at Ryuji, just keeps his eyes on the stars outside, still waiting for their answer.]

If you could do something to change your position in life, but you... lost everything that was important to you, would you do it?