"That's right. You have answered my question without any starvation. It's disgusting."
Then Ione's face was distorted halfway.
"It's disgusting, sir?
Shester tried his excuses against Ione with his hands up in a slight panic.
"No, I'm sorry. That was a bad way to put it. I mean, it should have been less hostile when we met, but we just had a conversation for a few dozen or so minutes, and we're a lot broken. I think this is amazing, and at the same time it shows your innocence."
"... Huh. Innocence..."
"Oh, usually it's something you don't tell your first person about yourself so clearly."
Then even as Ione nodded, he rebutted.
"But if it were, wouldn't you be innocent, too? A conversation is something you can't do alone, right? Suppose I was innocent, but if they weren't, they wouldn't get along?
Then Shester shook it big or small.
"No, that's not true. There's no way we can't have a conversation without each other being of the same nature. No, conversation will sometimes flourish because it's not the other way around. I wonder if we're really that case, huh?
When Shester inquired the other way around, Ione placed his right index finger on his jaw.
"Uh-huh... I guess so... I'm not sure. Because I don't really talk to outside people..."