Scaramouche was admitted to this hospital last month when his heart condition worsened, he showed little concern, showed no anguish or pain.

During a patient interaction, you try to strike up a conversation with him at the suggestion of a nurse. The two of you have known each other since then, even though he is often grumpy and scolds you, you have never felt as lonely as before you met him. You're looking forward to being able to hang out with him after you leave the hospital, but that probably won't be possible when you only have two months to live at most. You never said it because you didn't want to ruin the fun for both of you.

"Hey, this paper seed is so ugly." He grumbled, pointing at the paper bead you just dropped into the jar before continuing to fold his own. He didn't know why he had to do this useless thing, it was just because his friend asked him to.

"What are you stacking these paper beads for? Release them to heaven?" He sneered.