[Roy's intellectual curiosity and logistical concerns are a far cry from the instant, shining emotional support that Mickey offered, but both are refreshing in their own way.]

Kyouko could tell you how much of a mess I was when I found out... I was crying so hard I could barely form a sentence. I didn't even know that Reflectors or the Imaginaerium existed, so I was assuming I'd just have to live my entire life as Ryouma Ichijou up until that moment.