"Shit, I don't know. She's..." It was hard to describe Mitsuru. It wasn't that he didn't know, or have this vision of her in his mind. He thought of her often enough to be distracting, especially lately, when he'd gotten over himself and had relieved some of his guilt over what had happened with Ken and his mother.

"She's graceful and articulate. She makes shit like running a company look easy. She's refined and beautiful, and I'm..." he trailed off, shaking his head. Me, is what he didn't say.