[ She doesn't understand what he's saying, and somehow that upsets her even more, the girl stomping small steps over the floor until she's face to face with him, enough that he'll see the tears gleaming fresh in her eyes, despite the anger written on her face.

What she says next will reveal not that she forgot about their circumstances being different, but rather that such things happened when they shouldn't. ]

Remember the person I told you about? The person who you said was wrong? That's... That's the kind of thing he did. He brought people back, people who were supposed to be gone. It's not— It isn't right.

[ Perhaps her insistence comes in part from her own desperate need to believe that what she's saying is true. If it's okay to spend every moment of your life rooted in place, waiting for someone to come back to life... If that's something that is okay, then has she been wrong in trying to move forward?

She shakes her head, her gaze dropping, a few stray tears dropping to the ground between her feet. ]

You know, Watanuki-san, I...

[ She shouldn't say this. She shouldn't. She barely knows him. And yet...

These are words that must be spoken. ]

Yuuko-san wouldn't want you to throw your whole life away waiting for her.