Makoto:     I don't know why I'm saying all this.  All I'm doing is
            talking to the stars....  Billions of them, in the night
            sky....  A sky that exists only in the minds of those
            who read this....  How truly unlucky can someone get, to
            be nothing more than the figment of the imagination....

Ami:        .....

Makoto:     It suggests that there really is no reason for people to
            concern themselves over what happens to me....  I don't
            really exist....  They can beat me and rape me and kill
            me as many times as they like.  I'll just keep coming
            back, in stranger and stranger adventures, all within
            the mind, for one must get stranger to extract something
            new from a character that has been written out too many
            times to contemplate....

	My Gawd. A surreal, philosophical, and touching moment in an otherwise
pointless (if funny) story. And it fits perfectly, too... I didn't realize
what the author was up to for quite a few lines.

	A laugh, and a bravo.

Patrick