["I don't like you" feels wrong, to Ogata. It doesn't feel harsh enough. Ogata doesn't like mushrooms. He doesn't like it when the parts of his gun don't reassemble smoothly on the first try. He doesn't like Sugimoto Saichi. He doesn't like a lot of things.

He doesn't hate things. But he's not normal. He's missing something. Hatred is something you can only feel if you understand love, he thinks. They're similar in a terrible sort of way. But Alex should hate. He cares, so much. He should hate just as much. You should hate the person who killed you. That's why he hates how Yuusaku's always smiling when he shows up. Maybe that's why he does it.

After a long pause;]

... When I was seven years old, my mother died suddenly. It's the earliest memory I have of someone dying. My grandparents were so upset, It felt like they cried for days, even though they'd ignored how she'd been struggling for years.

But I didn't feel... anything. I didn't cry at all. Your mother should be the person you care about most in the world, right? [A soft noise that's something like a laugh.] All I remember thinking was that maybe Father would come to her funeral and she could finally be happy.

[He didn't, though. Of course he didn't.]
"You don't have to like someone to want them to live?" I can't understand something like that. I could never understand something like that.