[ Hiyori is talking to the bookshelf again, fingers skimming over the spines of the books. He picks one with the crook of a finger and tips it so it tumbles from the shelf to the floor with the power of its own momentum. He moves his hand a shelf up, reaching, and does the same thing again. ]
I won't be staying here.
[ Which isn't a question what Tsumugi will be doing, but it's not a we either. Hiyori is speaking just for himself. ]
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[ Hiyori is talking to the bookshelf again, fingers skimming over the spines of the books. He picks one with the crook of a finger and tips it so it tumbles from the shelf to the floor with the power of its own momentum. He moves his hand a shelf up, reaching, and does the same thing again. ]
I won't be staying here.
[ Which isn't a question what Tsumugi will be doing, but it's not a we either. Hiyori is speaking just for himself. ]