[Kanade's eyes drift to the side, like she's picking one particular sheet of music out among all the hundreds plastered on the wall. There's no title on the page, no lyrics, and nothing about the notes scribbled on it seem anything like Niigo's music, but the way she stares at the wall... it's a mess of regret, and guilt.]
It's a curse as well. I hurt my father in an irreparable way because of my music. It's been two years, but... he's still in the hospital, because of me.
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[Kanade's eyes drift to the side, like she's picking one particular sheet of music out among all the hundreds plastered on the wall. There's no title on the page, no lyrics, and nothing about the notes scribbled on it seem anything like Niigo's music, but the way she stares at the wall... it's a mess of regret, and guilt.]
It's a curse as well. I hurt my father in an irreparable way because of my music. It's been two years, but... he's still in the hospital, because of me.
[And that's why she doesn't deserve to be happy.]