Roland nods. Some of the fruit in his hands are overripe, and so he's forced to drop them on the side of the road, inedible and unusable even for jam. He didn't expect it to get quite this messy so soon.

"I had the urge to follow those leaving the train, over the barriers by the platform. Taiki stopped me before I could. He said that if it were that easy, then we wouldn't be here. Heh." He drops the ripest bunch he can find in his jar, but he's a long way to go from filling it up. He glances at Gyousou's, watching if he needs another container.

"Old habits die hard, I suppose. Do you ever just...need to see it for yourself, to believe it?"