[Mitarai occasionally voices aizuchi like "that's right" in between these gentle admonitions. He hadn't intended to seriously argue that he wouldn't give up on this particular endeavor, only set a foundation for being relied upon more in general, but he keeps listening. Because after all... Yoosung is right to be deeply concerned about his entire way of thinking. Though there's something Mitarai struggles to understand, or maybe just a truth he doesn't want to understand - exactly that sheer force of support. If Yoosung is worried about him... but doesn't want to have to worry about him... And doesn't need to be worried about, himself... "Not alone"... Can it seriously be that fucking simple? As not being single? Everyone else keeps calling Mitarai this crazy paranoid sociopath for feeling all alone in the world! He might have cooked this meal with exactly one person in his heart, but it's not like nobody else was on his mind! A direct approach would have been completely defensible! Isn't this what doing his best to change the world peacefully looks like? And yet he's still a pathetic solitary bug, transparently so to the most admirable, understanding, alluring person here. Reality, virtual or not, is so hard to accept. Why can't he just run away with galge...

With all these frustrations boiling up, Mitarai latches on the prospect of completely changing the subject, with far more passion than ideal.]

Do you have any idea what the hell Mishima-kun ever saw in him?

[He regains control of himself and glances around to make sure Mishima wasn't in earshot, before continuing, more nominally cordial.]

After all, you were also his comrade in the entrance exam and everything.