[The moment sinks in, and Sakuma, who'd always been in control of his emotions for the most part (just not completely inept at them, like his fellow Teikokus), regains his composure, brushing a small piece of his unkempt bangs out of his hair. That's right. Genda was a dunce when it came to feelings. He just had to answer this in a way that Genda would expect an answer to.]

That's obvious, though. There's nothing to change about you.

[As much as he wished Genda could take a hint or understand his feelings, he knew that's not why he was so fond of him. He liked the way he stared blankly at the headlines of tabloids. He liked the way he kinda kept to the walls to avoid being too social.

Even if it means being kept at arms length, he liked those parts of Genda the most. They were truly, genuinely him.]

Some people are the wind, ever in motion and changing. And some people are like a mountain, strong and unyielding.

You're the second.