—Zabelle— A new cauldron? You're so nice, Jiro... —Jiro— ... I'm really not → Thanks! Everyone's nice What am I besides nice? —Helen— A new anvil? Th-- that's... so thoughtful... ...Don't start thinking this means I like you now, got it!? —Jiro— ... I don't like you either I wish you really didn't like me. It would be a nice change of pace → Think nothing of it —Casandra— A new abacus! Wow! You might look like a grump, Jiro, but deep down you really got a heart of gold, eh? —Jiro— ... What do even you know about "deep down"!? Where are you getting this from!?? You don't know a thing about me! You're honestly saying I have a heart of gold because I gave you an abacus. My heart is more like some old, rusted iron. The kind you can't even polish anymore. → You're too kind, Casandra I hoped you would be smarter than this but then life is full of disappointment —Polyta— Thank you for the sheath, Jiro. It truly was kind of you... It's funny. When you first washed up here, on this island, I didn't think all that much of you. I know, I know! Such judgement is ill-befitting a warrior of love. But it's true! But these past few weeks... I realize now that I was wrong. You're so much more than what I thought, and... I'm glad I got to know you, Jiro. You're a very important person to me. —Jiro— ... You still don't know me. You never knew me. Every time we've talked it's like you're talking to someone else, and you know what? I'm happy for you. Because whoever that someone else is, he sounds like just the nicest, greatest guy in the world. He really is a great match for you, Polyta, isn't he? It's like he's made for you. It's like he was spun up out of thread to fill the hole in your heart. And you know, I'm jealous, Polyta, because there is nobody who could ever fit a wretch like me as well as he fits you. → You mean a lot to me too, Polyta I want to crawl into a hole and rot —Rilly— A new set of towels? Awwww, Jiro, you shouldn't have! —Jiro— ... You're right, I shouldn't have I found these inside a monster you know. They had guts all over them. You should not be thanking me You're a vapid moron → You're welcome! I wonder how you would react if I said one of these awful mean things that pop into my head. I can imagine how it would look. The shock would reach your face first and you wouldn't really believe it for a moment. But then you would process what I said and you would be so hurt. You would be sadder than I've ever seen you before. You would probably cry, and the other girls would find out, and they would all be so disappointed in me. They would ask me why I said it and I wouldn't even be able to give them an explanation. I would just have to say because I meant it. I meant every word. And they would finally hate me. And I would deserve it. I'm sorry —Eladea— Candles? For me? Oh, Jiro... it is not that I do not appreciate it, but... I am merely an acolyte of the Love Goddess... why are you treating me with such kindness? —Jiro— ... Because the Goddess told me to Because everyone wants me to Because I may as well go through the motions Because if I told you what I really thought, it would hurt you Because I'm a wretched piece of shit and I love lying to people who love me Because I shouldn't drag everyone else down with me just because I'm bad → You're more than just an acolyte to me! Because I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know —Eladea— Thank you, Jiro. Is there anything else you need? —Jiro— ... That will be all, thank you ... → I'd like to speak with the Goddess