[He... Wait, what? What kind of question is that? It's a terrible question that's what, and Neku looks uncomfortable and uneasy as he's suddenly having to remember that day. And having to remember how it made him feel. He stares at his canvas for a long moment before turning to Joshua, looking a little on the angry side now. How could you ask something like that.]
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Why the hell are you asking me that?