[He stills, using the pain of his headache as cover as his mind whirls.
Ryunosuke Naruhodo, he thinks, is entirely too good at asking the right questions--or at least at finding the ones that require answers Kazuma keeps too close to his chest. Even he doesn't know the reason for his own obsession with London, but right next to his conviction that this is where he needs to be is the insistence that nobody can know about it.
He doesn't know why it's a secret he's keeping, but he knows it's one he holds at his core. He already has so little to call his own, not even a name. This isn't something he's willing to give up yet.
But there's another answer he can give that's true enough.]
It was the only place I knew to go. Where I woke up, nobody... nobody spoke the language of the thoughts in my head. I didn't even know I understood English until I overheard it being used at the port. It was my only lead.
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Ryunosuke Naruhodo, he thinks, is entirely too good at asking the right questions--or at least at finding the ones that require answers Kazuma keeps too close to his chest. Even he doesn't know the reason for his own obsession with London, but right next to his conviction that this is where he needs to be is the insistence that nobody can know about it.
He doesn't know why it's a secret he's keeping, but he knows it's one he holds at his core. He already has so little to call his own, not even a name. This isn't something he's willing to give up yet.
But there's another answer he can give that's true enough.]
It was the only place I knew to go. Where I woke up, nobody... nobody spoke the language of the thoughts in my head. I didn't even know I understood English until I overheard it being used at the port. It was my only lead.