...Sort of. The memories I had when I first woke up here were of the day I was supposed to be executed.

[But it'd been...longer than that, hadn't it?]

I've never really cared if I die, though. Sometimes I just do things? I don't really know how to describe it.

[He'd tried to explain this to Chiyuki once; he hadn't explained all of it, though. Partially because it hadn't really occurred to him to try, partially because she was really obviously trying not to be sad at the moment.]

I don't really feel too much, you know? So sometimes I'll go out and I'll be looking for something to do, and I'll see something that looks like trouble - I don't know, picking a fight with someone maybe. And so I'll do it, because best-case scenario I'll win and maybe I'll actually have fun while I do it, and worst-case scenario I'll get thrashed but that doesn't really matter because at least I'm experiencing something, even if it's bad.

There's not a lot of forethought with me, really.

So if I do stuff that runs the risk of killing me, who cares? Best-case scenario, I don't die. Worst-case scenario, I get to find out what dying is like.