That understanding came suddenly as the memory became clear.
All the puzzle pieces that had been scattered finally arranged themselves neatly in my head. I already knew Yukie hated me because she saw me kill my own father.
But what made her hate me this much was that all this time, whenever she asked about my reason for doing it, I couldn't answer her question. So she thought I was just playing dumb. Pretending to forget. Insulting her with my pretense.
I tried to gauge the time. How long had I been trapped in this ice? Two minutes? Three minutes? The excruciating pain made me lose all sense of time, but I was sure there was still time. [Five-Minute Rewind] was still available. But before that, there was one thing I wanted to ask.
"Yukie," I called out, my voice hoarse but trying to stay calm. "I remember everything now."
Silence.
"Don't you want to hear the reason?"
