[Something clicks in Yasu's brain. All the tiny details, some knowledge that it feels like she shouldn't have creeping at her, the clues scattered around the school...]
...you mean about how we're all amnesiac of however long we've spent, um, studying here, Mr. Sheep?
fishy aroma plays in the distance
...you mean about how we're all amnesiac of however long we've spent, um, studying here, Mr. Sheep?