' Ah , well ... The war game was merely Rin's lies catching up with him . With Kirari , it was ... '
She never realized how often she recalled those days . She had spent so much of her life ... well , it wasn't really hers , was it ? Life only began during the election , and now , freshly graduated ... Ririka cannot help but feel a little lost again . From one extreme to the other , a fish out of the waters she'd grown accustomed to ...
' It was like ... playing as kids . Not as exciting as some of your gambles , I'm sure . '
It seems Yumeko has made her rather nostalgic . She hadn't realized the vacancy in her expression , nor the dreadful silence she's left Yumeko in as she recalls prior gambles . The concluding statement serves to snap her from inner thoughts , cheeks flushing pink & hands rising to swat away the very idea that she may claim responsibility for Kirari's rise .
' Me , the entire time ... ? I don't think so ... '
A habit , to deny herself . But ... did she even really remember ? So many games played in Kirari's name , and so few in her own — still , surely she'd remember something so monumental for her sister's rise to power . Her protests quickly cease , for she's resigned herself to the truth , regardless of how the Momobami clan may despise the unraveling of their secrets .
' ... I don't want to lie to you . Yes . It was . B - but , Kirari could have easily won that gamble , as well ... '
