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- Whoooo?...... First of all, that's different; your "in-depth knowledge" won't change that fact, - says Ayano, putting her hands on her hips. - Secondly, my religion doesn't allow it, but yours does. Thirdly, I'm an immigrant with difficult circumstances, and you have it easy. Fourthly, I have maybe a couple of options, while you have a million; fifthly, worldly things aren't important to me, but they are to you; sixthly, I won't lose my piece of the pie, and even if I do, I don't need much, but you do; seventhly, I could live without annoying mosquito-like men, but could you? Eighthly, seeing a log in another person's eye doesn't justify ignoring the splinter in your own; ninthly, I might not even plan to live to old age, perfectly understanding that the cataclysm that will happen tomorrow or the day after will take my life forever, but do you plan to live longer? (yes). Tenthly, you'll be shocked and speechless if I return from my journey with a husband and children, won't you? But will I be shocked? No, because you didn't even plan anything in the first place. Eleventhly, I'll be older than you, even if only by half a year or a year, so there's nothing to argue about. I understand life better than you do.
- "Ayano's Eleven Excuses" - that's what you could call a play about a heroine full of internal contradictions. Fine! I'll play by your childish rules, even though you're constantly trying to act like an old woman. - Cracking her knuckles on both hands, she began to count them off one after another. - Your religion is the same as my beliefs; it doesn't count. And besides, maybe I'm just a slut who sleeps around because my own religion requires it. How do you like that? I'm also an immigrant with the same circumstances as you, maybe even more difficult ones. What do you mean I have a million options? Like I can go out with any jerk and have a great time, while you only have a couple of suitable guys? That's ridiculous now. I can also live without worldly things and men if I really need to, got it? And I might not even plan to live to old age - I'll have my fill and die young and beautiful. The mountains are more likely to level and the seas to dry up than you getting married and having children. - Having finished her answer, she folded her arms across her chest. - There.