[Youji sighs tiredly, and he's beginning to feel old. 26, was it? 26, and a life of nothing but hitting dead ends and scraping the bottom.

[Not that he's entirely surprised. Amusement seeps into the weariness.]

Ken. It's August. We've been here since February. If I had any idea what the hell was going on--don't you think I'd have used it by now? Don't you think someone would have?

I'm willing to say no one knows. Not even that doctor.