"I don't have to, it just seems like the obvious thing to do if I'm magical at all."

"Yeah. Yeah. Sorry."

"So I'd basically be doing this solely for the memories - or, in the long term, the notes I can get out of having a better angle on the memories - and the dyspraxia cure, both of which are pretty good, plus bonus information that probably doesn't matter about whether my costume looks the same." Write write.

"...magic exists. And—Kyūbey said they took control of the wish mechanism—I should've asked more about that, I don't know, but—it's too early to decide that we can't have our cake and eat it too. I don't want to say it's impossible for you to keep your memories, I don't want to—just give up."

"...that makes sense. Uh, as long as you are... keeping yourself clear of obstacles that could turn you into a witch if it ever becomes clear that the cake won't work that way. I don't... think it is likely to be recoverable, if you do that, and I think I still wouldn't think it likely if you died and turned out to reset then too."

"Yeah. I'll be—fine, no matter what, eventually. I had this boyfriend who once taught me how to write my thoughts and feelings down until I got them the shape I wanted them to be and was happy with them. You two would get along, I think."

...wiggle.

Hee hee hee. "You're so cute. I love you."

"Well, I guess I could make you take me on fancy sushi dates till I can get all my mental ducks in a row to say it back but apparently I could also just take a magical shortcut. ...will Kyubey leave on its own after I wish if we want privacy or will I have to awkwardly show it the door."

"It will, it's pretty uninterested in the daily activities of humans."

"How much does the wording matter - I can probably find this in here somewhere but even with the indexing it's slightly less work to ask -"

"It basically doesn't? It goes by what you care strongly about."

"Any other steps I'd be skipping if I just - called it over right now?"

"Just give me a moment to make sure I don't look like I hate its guts—" Deep breath.

"No, that's fine."

"...is it a problem if it guesses, from my wish, that there is time travel involved?"

"It didn't interfere last time. It might've been hoping that I'd succumb to despair, or at least predicting that it'd happen eventually, so it didn't matter if it took me subjective years to get there."

Nod.

Kyubey? Can you come grant me a wish?

It walks out of Ren's bedroom. Yes, I can!

And it jumps right into Haru's lap.

GET OFF HARU'S LAP

He is Zen. He is detached from Saṃsāra. He is at peace with the universe.

Haru himself jumps slightly but plays it off.

"I wish for all of my memories back."

And there's the lightshow and the transformation sequence and Haru is spinning around in Yutaka's arms to cling to him tighter than he's ever done before and press his face into Yutaka's shoulder really really hard and he's making a high haunted whining noise.

Kyubey can tell when it's not wanted. It lets itself out the window.

"—Haru? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Haru, what's wrong—"