Of course he’s recognized her. Anyone who had ever crossed paths with Eto Yoshimura would remember her. The impact she left on everyone’s lives that she encountered, for better or for oftentimes worse, cut into them in such a way that made her impossible to forget.

Arima was no different, of course. The tale that they’d weaved about a One-Eyed King influenced his life and ultimately contributed to the end of it. It’s not as if Arima was going to hold that over her head; it was their combined scheming that led him to slitting his own throat. Arima had felt that the time was perfect for him to let go and pass the mantle onto Kaneki. He believed Eto would have felt the same.

Shuu still has not found the perfect place to get coffee. This is incredibly disappointing, considering it is one of the very few things that he can consume. All of the coffee had tasted so drab and dreary that he is of half a mind to go and find whoever brought him there and demand that they at the very least bring him a decent drink. 

But, ah, non! There is no way to get in contact with those who’d stolen him from his own world, and therefore no one to punish for their transgressions.

As he mopes around, feeling something akin to depression seeping into the back of his mind he notices someone in a small cafe. His eyes narrow, focusing on the figure until it clicked. It couldn’t be! Immediately, he half-runs into the cafe, slamming the door open and causing the little bell to rustle. “It cannot be!” he exclaims, hand to his chest as he approaches the woman. “Do my eyes deceive me?”

“You still live in this thing?” Said thing was Eto’s house, something that appalled him less that the apartment she used to call her home. “I thought you’d be in a mansion by now.”