[What a familiar story... Matoba's eye sticks to the screen as the 'now showing' reel flashes by on the pre-movie ads, including the one for this very film. His expression remains coolly trained, an ever-present smirk.] ..........Humans who cannot see the true world around them will always think it a sickness in those that do, Mizumori-san. You should have listened to your grandmother. You are unlucky, not ill, to have been born to the Sightless.

Have you ever considered putting those skills to use? It doesn't have to be a pointless burden.

[It was a rare bit of wisdom from Matoba, but also, blood in the water. He remembers catching that boy sneaking around his mountain retreat, and taking him into the tearoom and trying to convince him that remaining amongst those who would never understand was only going to twist him more.]

[What foolish boys, these ones born outside the clans.]

[Matoba's about to answer properly about who he knows in the cast, but the lights dim, and the hall begins to quiet down as the film trailers begin to play.]

See if you can guess, [He says instead, quickly, and smiles towards Tama as the audio of an action trailer starts to blare over everything else.]