It should have been fate. I never knew why or how. I had played my game the right way, but any excessive care had led to this. It had been just," Kaneki what are you looking at?' or "why did you take a shower now?", which led to his fear of having myself jabber a lot. It was true. I barely talked much as I did and his nightwear worn after a bath of every seven-second inquiries made him interrogate or rather ask.
"You better tell me what's wrong"
I wanted to so much but I thought over what Mr. Hanan had told, a few hours before when he had come inside with the paper pieces.,
"Look, don't tell him anything. He might get overconfident and judge the situation in a bad, manner. Moreover, I know how much you cherish him. And I don't need another death happening to him, though my mind says it
