[TN: Every Ayaha Interlude is a continuation of the one before, and took place on the same day]
ââReading peopleâs mindsâ⊠in what condition?â I masked my panic with an expression of uninterest.
âHmmâ She thought out loud for a while.
The wind blew and her shiny black semi-long hair fluttered and caught light.
That and her serious-looking profile had me ogling before I knew it.
âWell, knowing what your target is thinking! What they like, what they donât, are they enjoying themselves, or in grief. Or what would they like to have for dinner, everything!â
âWhatâs that aboutâŠâ Isnât that too much?
âIsnât it amazing? I mean, itâs a superpowerâ!â
In reality, thereâs no such thing as that.
I remembered thinking that well. But because of it, I felt a lot less nervous.
[TN: The narrative is quite messy here, not sure if heâs speaking from the present or itâs still in the flashback]
âSo⊠What next?â
âWill you use it for good? Or for yourself?â She queried.
âOf course, well, I would use it for good, I think.â
I thought so. And surely, the majority of people would.
However,
âHowever⊠can I do that or not, thatâs until the power is in my hand that I understand. Iâm not a saint.â
A good guy⊠Iâm not.
Had I shown too much emotion for a hypothetical talk, I wondered. Realizing this, I took a peek at her. She was unexpectedly serious too.
âHmmmm⊠I see.â
âWhat?â
âNothing. Youâve just said the same thing as the main character in a drama, thatâs all. Why donât you apply for a job as a scriptwriter? Itâs your time to shine.â
âI wonât. And thatâs just stupid.â I flatly rejected.
âOh⊠I want to see it anyway, the story you wrote.â
She leaned in and laughed mirthfully.
That made me both happy and embarrassed, I couldnât help but look away.
Looking back, what a waste.
I should have looked at her to my heartâs content when I still can.
âAnd you?â
âHn?â
âWhat would you do? If you have such powers.â
Coming to think of it, it was some heavily drama-influenced answer. Was it?