Buchio realizes that the source of his fear is loneliness, and learns the importance of living in the here and now. Jiro reveals the sad memories he's kept locked up inside in his efforts to avoid worrying Mutsumi.
Just how much of me does Sanmoto-san see?
إلى أيّ مدى يفهمني سانموتو-سان؟
Ich frage mich,
wie Sanmoto-san mich sieht.
Je me demande à quel point
il peut lire en moi.
Mi chiedo quanto
 il signor Sanmoto abbia capito di me...
Quanto de mim será que
o Sr. Sanmoto consegue ver?
От Саммото, похоже,
и впрямь ничего не скроешь…