[He nods, it's the answer that he's been fearing. It's the correct answer and repeats it:]

Chisa. Chisa Yukizome.

[Her name is always at the back of his mind, tickling every thought and memory that is tie to her in any way. From their innocent school days to inconsequential things like how the island's market occasionally selling cleaning supply brands she has mention in the past, there never goes a day without him thinking of her.

Or rather, days that he could recall of. His stomach churns remembering the horror and realization he had the day after Valentines day, but he ignores the uneasy feeling and presses on]

Do you remember when we first arrive in Koriko? We had our identity, possessions and no ties to the Witch. We were free to spend or do as we please, even meddling with the workers here as we pleased. The only catch had been that it lasted a couple of days at best. But, aside from that, we were in the same position as the spirits.

[...] However, as far as we know, the Witch never employs spirits as debtors.

[He turns to face Mallory at last.]

You know exactly what I'm thinking.