"Reisi-Chan, are you eating enough? You look so thin."
Munakata looks at the tiny, wrinkled man in front of him and he is so tired of life.
"Yes, O-Too-San, I'm eating enough."
Silence is floating the dark room. It's seven in the afternoon, but his father refuses to turn the lamps on. Artifical light hurts his eyes, he says. Reisi turns his head, but the old mans eyes are sticking to his face and he knows what will follow now.
"You know, Reisi-Chan, you look just like your mother."
"Only because it's dark, O-Too-San. And please don't call me Chan."
"But she used to call you like that."
"She doesn't call me anything anymore."
They fall silent again. They never talked much, there's nothing to be said between strangers.
"How is your fiancée, Reisi-Chan?"
"We're not enganged anymore. We broke up after college."
"That's a shame. She seemed so nice."
His father looks outside the window for a few minutes. The street lights are powered, the dotern turns his gaze and then blinks.
"Reisi-Chan, are you eating enough? You look so thin."
Munakata leaves while the nurse injects more tranquiliser into his fathers dying veins.