I remember. It was abrupt, when it happened. It was... hard, not to feel worry. I wondered if it made you lonely. And I got angry at myself when I couldn't understand. I thought that maybe I wasn't smart enough to help you be heard.

[There's a detachment to how he lays it out, as though looking through a window at a scene outside rather than inward. Things he can recall, but that he knows won't be him when everything is said and done.]

...

What is it like to overflow, Tabibito?

Do you ever drown in yourself?