"Iiiii did but it was, uh, very note to self, it said, um, that I appear to be into 'lunatic stalker energy'."

He's startled into a giggle. "Oh. Yeah. That. Is absolutely me. I'd say I'm sorry but I'm really not, I'm just really lucky."

"It just apparently goes really nicely with me having an ego the size of the Sun, I guess."

"...although it just occurred to me that—I don't know if you'd like this, given—but—since we know this loop won't be the last you could—wish your memories back.

"I selfishly don't want you to become a magical boy and have Kyūbey's attention and the risk of potentially witching if you get too sad but—separately selfishly I want you to love me. I already said that."

"I would be tempted by the possibility of flying under Kyubey's radar if that were possible but it's - not, right, I'm already a potential."

"...yeah. It found you first, after all."

"What are we doing this loop, do you have an agenda for it?"

"Starting to get to know each of the other magicals and learning how they tick. Azumaya first, I think." They found his identity at the end of last loop and his place looked abandoned rather than moved out of so they concluded he must've been eaten by a witch—

—wait. "I think the witch we fought in his territory when we were looking for him might've been him."

Haru picks up his pen and goes to write that in.

"I guess the idea where we get a couple hundred potentials from all over the place and all wish collaboratively on getting rid of Walpurgisnacht is definitely not happening."

"It might, but they'd need to each individually want it enough to contribute and that'd require knowing how to make them care and when I have only a month that'd be having to talk to more than seven of them a day."

"And then there's a lot of magicals who can turn into new witches really easily."

"Oh. Yeah." He hadn't thought about that.

"Which, not that I love letting Kyubey control the rate of this happening but it's a rate that doesn't most of the time lead to human extinction, probably, though I don't know what the plan for Walpurgisnacht was. - does this thing have a gender, my notes have 'he' but you've been saying 'it' -"

"...I used to say 'he' because it—sounds like a boy, when it speaks into our heads, and uses the boy personal pronoun—but—it's an alien. It's some kind of evil alien farming humans for electricity. It explicitly made its body look cute so we'd trust it more. If it has a gender it does not have a human gender."

"Do you remember what I used to say back when I knew about everything before you did?"

"'It'."

"Probably I picked up 'he' from you, then..." Scribble scribble. "I guess I'm curious if a different wish gets me different anything else. And it'll let me put all my notes in better order in the places where I only have stuff secondhand..."

"Yeah. It would."

"Okay, yeah, if the thing I'm doing this loop is just - being support and doing grief seed stockpiling while you do the -"

He startles and tenses up.

"- what -"

"I—you—I don't—want you to hunt."

"You... can undo it if I turn into a witch again same way as you did every time I died, though? Right?"

"...right. Yeah. I, I can—sorry. I. Just."