Subaru puts away his journal for a moment, looking up at Belle when she asked him a question. His regard for courtesy has dwindled over the years, but old habits die hard, after all. "I... was wandering around Tokyo," he starts, looking down on his lap in slight embarassment. "I do that often; walking and smoking and thinking. Then I found myself in the middle of a forest just outside the domes." He contemplated telling her why he was so caught up in his thoughts that night, but figured that she didn't ask so he doesn't need to tell. Subaru does not want her to pity him because he hallucinates about his sister and Seishiro.

"Tokyo is not my hometown," he tells her, looking out the window to avoid her gaze. It might be impolite, but he cannot stand looking back into the eyes of anyone anymore. Kyoto is his hometown, but it is actually Tokyo that he regards as home. There used to be Hokuto there, and Seishiro, and the two of them were what home is in Subaru's mind, "but I love Tokyo."

He wonders how he can love a city that has taken everything away from him. It was in Tokyo that he was branded as the victim of the Sakurazukamori. It was in Tokyo that he met Seishiro, who stole him away. It was Tokyo that took away his twin sister from him. Subaru smiles bitterly, "Because, no matter how ugly and dirty it is, or how deadly and sinful... Tokyo is beautiful." He remembers saying those very words nine years ago.

"Tell me about your home," he finally turns to her and manages a smile, although it does not reach his eyes. Subaru has never been anywhere other than Tokyo and Kyoto in his life, and he probably never will, so it would be nice to hear stories of places out there.