It's certainly not my best performance.

[Regardless of his emotional state at the time, he should've fight better. At least Okita was just an illusion... He takes another, longer sip of his drink. The flavour and texture dancing on his tongue, spreading throughout his mouth inside.]

I did ponder the possibilities. And how with so many of us hailing from different places, he might not even be the one I know of.

[The possibility of a world where Okita Souji genuinely and legitimately owned him. That may exist somewhere.]

... I don't know how to answer that. Whether I'll feel happy or not to see him.