****: Anna, I have one last question to ask you.
Anna: But you always ask the questions!
****: Well, you're not asking any.
Anna: Wait, I'm about to ask you the same thing. Do you have any feelings for me?
****: Anna, I don't know how to say this, but...
Anna: What do you mean? Don't you have feelings for me? Why are you stuttering?
****: Hold on, calm down; I haven't finished my sentence yet.
Anna: Are you going to do the same thing? You're all the same.
****: Anna, just wait; this isn't going to work if you don't let me answer.
Anna: Okay, go ahead; I'm listening.
****: Look, I have feelings for you, but I don't know what kind of feelings they are.
Anna: Come on, speak properly; I can't understand anything you're saying.
****: I feel like I'm in a void between the existence and non-existence of these feelings. When something good happens, I can't feel happy. When something bad happens, I don't feel sad; I just think, "It happened," and move on. I've become numb, but the only feeling that still works is this one.
Anna: What feeling is that?
****: The feeling of loving you. The feeling that I have for you. I can only live in motion with that feeling.
Anna: That's love, ****. Love.
****: Whatever you say, I think labeling such hard-to-obtain feelings diminishes their value.
Anna: You really speak well.
****: So do you.
****: If we're done with that issue, I'm coming back to my question, and this conversation is ending now.
Anna: Alright, go ahead and ask.
****: Why did you collaborate with Leonardo Moretti?
Anna: I knew from the start that you were trying to find this out; all these words were designed to influence me because you were going to ask me this.
****: Anna, stop looking for something in everything. If we have a relationship, I need to know some things.
Anna: You don't have to learn this.
****: How can I not have to? This concerns me; I need to know.
Anna: Oh damn, you're right.
****: Yes, now tell me.
Anna: Look, as I said, I met Leonardo Moretti just like you did at camp. He started asking me questions about hacking. I didn't understand why he was asking such questions. Do I look like a hacker from that perspective?
****: It was probably aimed at me; you weren't the target. He must have learned that we were camp partners from somewhere.
Anna: But how did he know you were doing such things?
****: When I asked him about that, he said it was from my close circle.
Anna: Right, because I told him about you.
****: I know it, but I still don't understand why he was looking for a hacker on a high school camping trip.
Anna: I don't get it either. By the way, how long have you known him?
****: Since the camping trip.
Anna: Same as me.
****: Look, Anna, don't say anything about me or yourself to him.
Anna: Why ?
****: He's not an innocent person.
Anna: How do you know that?
****: He just seems like that to me.
Anna: Alright, never mind; it's not that important. Let's focus on what's ahead.
****: Anna, you know what? I'm glad I met you.
Anna: Me too.
Our character and Anna hug each other