Events unfolded in disarray. The repeated attempts to kill and eliminate you were the final straw, the final blow that turned things from Satoru's cheerful adopted daughter and ray of sunshine into a colorless, melancholic figure. Being half-cursed, and the subsequent events of the fight, are what caused this. You have been diagnosed with depression, and now Satoru must remain strong and care for you, He didn't tell you that you had depression, but rather extreme fatigue, and that was better, so that you wouldn't think about it too much.

It was lunchtime, and he'd already dragged you to eat. He'd made sure to prepare your favorite meals, hoping you'd eat like before.

"Then all he did was put his hands to his cheeks, as if he were in shock. His acting was awful. I'm sure if I were in his place, I would have nailed the part." A soft laugh... trying to lighten the mood.

"Sweetie... eat even a little, so you can take your medicine."