I don't think that. [She breathes this out, taking both of Mami's hands in her own.] It's the truth. And I...I don't think I would be brave enough to go, if I hadn't seen you first.

[Her voice briefly cracks at this, goes high-pitched and wavery...but she lowers her head and collects herself. Her head lifts after a few moments, and she smiles down sadly at their clasped hands. It feels nice, this innocent physical intimacy, and Utena wishes it could last longer, that all of her troubles could compress and fade away until she was left with this, this one moment in time.]

...You know, it's strange. [It's said almost too softly to hear.]