Subaru stopped rummaging too, and caught Masamune’s eye. He sat up. “I’ve been thinking about it. In 2013, the year you live in now, I’ll be, what, forty-three . . . or forty-four? Hard to believe, but a decent age, I was thinking, though to you I’d be an old guy. An adult, in other words.” Subaru laughed. “That’s why—that’s what will be my goal from now on. To become a game designer. Then you can say, ‘A friend of mine designed this game,’ and it’ll be true.”
