Miku shrugged, "It's... it's something. Sometimes I have a little trouble recognizing what's happening in the present and what's happening in the past. The past is a bit... monochromatic, so it helps, but not always." She couldn't help her anxious dreariness. It was part and parcel, along with soul-crushing guilt for being alive.

One learned to live with it.

"I'll be sure to absolutely inform you if someone's ruined a couch. You'll be the first one. I'll seek you out immediately." She smiled, just a little bit.