The next day, everything around me was … surreal and not really coming through to me.
You don't care for humans at all.
Was that true? Was I really just helping people because of my own pleasure? Was I actually a cruel person?
The day went by, and I was sitting at the roof top once again. I stared down at the other students, thinking about the things Orihara had told me.
Well, it was true that I never tried to make friends. And that I didn't care about their names. Or that didn't bother to ask them questions about them.
I shook my head. "Nonsense." I murmured. "I simply like helping people, and who cares for what reason? It makes them happy, doesn't it? And if it makes me happy too, the better."
I stood up. The bell rang.
Later that day, I was on my way home, I met a little girl, maybe about three years old. She was crying, and I kneeled down next to her. Not too close, I didn't want to scare her.
"What's the matter, little one? Did you get lost?"
She stared at me with big, tearful eyes. "Mommy." She said. "I can't find my mommy." I smiled. "Don't worry, we'll find your mommy in no time." I stood up and took her hand. "What does your mommy look like?"
"Mommy looks like mommy." Not very helpful. Anyway, her mother should be easy to recognize – after all, she lost her presumably three years old daughter.
I asked around for some minutes, when the little girl said: "Look!" I looked into the direction she pointed. A woman was running around there. I picked the little girl up and made my way to the woman.
"Excuse me, are you-"
When the woman saw me and the girl, she cried out: "Minna-chan!" The girl in my arm responded loudly with a "Mommy!" and I handed her over.
The girl was smiling brightly. I took a step back, smiling myself.
I left, leaving mother and daughter to themselves.
I knew why I was helping people. I liked to see them smiling.