Finally I listened the scene of Shion being drunk.
FUCKING PERFECT BABIES I CAN’T IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO HAVE SUCH A PERFECT VOICES.
"Deja-vu? Not that I can recall. I-" Sion’s sentence slowly trailed off when he realized that he had. It wasn’t something he experienced as much as other people and he couldn’t remember any other time except…
"The… morning Nezumi left and stood before me, I had a feeling that I had experienced it before." It had lasted only a brief second and quickly faded when Nezumi’s lips had met his own. But now that he thought about it, it felt as if it were something he should have known; something he had seen before and should have been able to predict. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? And even if he had…there was no way to stop Nezumi from leaving.
No matter how much he wished he could have done so, it wouldn’t have been right to make Nezumi stay.