"No way, definitely not," said Heiji, pulling a face like Hershel had just suggested that he strap himself to the top of a bullet train about to leave the station.

"He'd probably just bring it up every time he wanted to psychoanalyze me. 'Well, clearly you must think that way because of that memory you had; it's making you irrational'. Ugh, no thanks. But you don't have to worry about me getting any sleep. For some reason, I fall asleep the second my head hits the floor."