[ Yoshiki looks out at the forest again. The border between it and the school grounds is stark, well-kept, and it gives the uncanny impression of an invisible wall the trees are all crowded up against. ]

I mean how...some of them are all inviting, you know? Like they want you to be there. And other ones, they don't mind you coming in, so long as you're respectful. But then there's the ones where you feel like...like you ain't supposed to be there at all. That it's no place for any kind of clean living thing.

[ He hunkers down over his knees, voice dropping. ]

Like something went rotten in them. Something in the shadows between the trees. [ He stops at that, taking a little suck of air in, and then huffs it out. ] Don't know if that makes sense.