...
(The lyrics are coming along well. But our new song is the one that Kanade made specifically for Ena...)
(A cloudy sky with rays of light shining barely through while a girl looking up...)
(There's Ena's artwork too, so I may want to make the lyrics match more closely with it...)
<Everyone, I'm back!>
<Welcome back, Enanan.>
<Hm? Just you, Yuki?>
<K's on mute until 25:00.
She said she wants to concentrate.>
<Okay... How about Amia?>
<Convenience store.>
<Alright. I guess it'll be a little quiet for a while.>
<But you're here.>
<What? I'm hardly obnoxious or anything. Especially as long as Amia doesn't bug me.>
<Really...?>
<Yes, really! And as long as you don't say anything weird.>
<Now, I'll go back to working quietly.>
<Okay.>
(Oh... I should've asked her about her art...)
...
Hm?
(An image file? It's from Ena...?)
<Yuki, are you free now?>
<Is this about that image?>
<Yeah. I wanted you to see my rough draft.>
<You showed your lyrics to K yesterday, right? I was hoping to draw something more reflective of what you wrote. Is that okay...?>
<One moment. I'll take a look.>
(A girl's hunched over on the ground while it's raining...)
<There isn't much else other than the overall design, so I can't say much...>
(Oh, the way I said that might make her mad...)
<Ah, okay... I'll try to develop the subject matter a little more then...>
<You're not mad...?>
<If I got mad at every word you said, I'd end up pulling all my hair out.>
<Oh, okay...>
<Yuki...?>
<Is there something you want to ask? It sounds like you've at least reached the point of being able to so...>
<Then...>
<Yes...?>
<This is just what I thought I've been seeing, but why do you get mad so much, Enanan?>
<Because I'm proud of my work and what I do.>
<If you worked genuinely hard on something and though it was good but are told it wasn't, you'd be mad too, right?>
<I see...>
<But I want to hear what others think in this case, so I'm prepared to receive some criticism.>
<Does that mean you want to improve your art despite any negative feedback or thoughts?>
<Yes.>
<Okay...>
<You really love art, don't you?>
<Of course I do! I wouldn't be able to keep drawing like this if I didn't!>
<...>
<I still don't really understand that. But the ability to cling to one thing so tightly...>
<Cling...? Can't you say that in a way that doesn't make me sound desperate?>
<But that's how I saw it.>
<You're so...>
<I don't have anything that makes me passionate or heated like you, Enanan.>
<I don't even know what the real me wants to actually do with herself.>
<I know. I get that...>
<But there's a big difference between not having anything and not knowing, right?>
<There is...?>
<Anyways, I need to get back to work.>
<Enanan...? Oh, maybe she's muted...>
...
(The difference between not having anything and not knowing...)
(So I should try to learn more then...?)
That may be difficult for me...