SB: I made this. Really amazing (?), right?
Grandma will hear you, your loving words
You eat
I'm okay now, so just leave.
I told you I'm not going.
WH: Your parents will worry. It's okay, so go. You said your memory came back.
SB: That...I have nowhere to go back to. I have no where to go, so don't tell me to leave! Parents...I don't have them, like you too.
You know that's a lie.
It's not a lie! I now have no one else.
Do I look that pitiful to you? You pity me, so you're staying with me?
It's not that.
I don't need that! So leave! Leave, please!
I can hear your lies...