"I know those parts." Of course she does. It's always miserable to think of Haibara and how horribly she had died. How pointlessly. Poor, sweet Haibara, the gentlest of them.

Satoru had been bored by the mediocre music, too, but she'd been happy with her life and her friends, with the attention and glamor.

"But when you asked me that earlier, if I knew why you'd left, there was the implication that there was something else, too. Something I didn't know or hadn't put together. Something that could cause an entire personality change. Because you did a pretty good job convincing us that you'd just bottled up all that bitchiness and hate for years, and yet there's this part of me that never gave up on the idea that my Suguru was real, too. You managed to make me doubt it earlier, but no. I don't think I'm wrong. There was something else."

Satoru folds her arms over her chest, ready to be stubborn. "So? What happened?"