[She's been asking herself the same question since Monika showed up. Every day she's woken up and realized that it's not all a dream, she's asked herself this.

Her voice is small.] ...I just want things to be the way they used to be.

[Which isn't an answer to the question. It's not the same thing. But it's all she can feel when she thinks about how messed up the Literature Club has become—and how messed up it always was, right under her nose.

Her hand falls away from her face and she regards the shrine in front of her, or at least stares in the direction of it.] I know they can't. But— but our world is so awful. You guys...are the only good parts of it. So I don't want to lose any of you.

[Even if it can't ever be the same as it was.]