Nagate and Izana are walking down the stairs.
Izana: Are you staring at my ass because you’re wondering what gender I am?
Nagate: No, I… No. Who would think that? Who would make that connection?
Izana: I guess you didn’t know, since you’ve been living underground… There’s more than one gender now. I am neither male nor female.
Nagate: So you’re a futanari?
Izana: No, not like that… I was born genderless. It doesn’t matter what gender the person I fall in love with is… My body will change to suit them for the sake of procreation.
Nagate: Woah, woah, woah, hold up. So, if I understand you correctly, if you fall in love with a woman, you’ll spontaneously grow a penis.
Nagate: And if you fall in love with a man, you’ll grow a vagina, a uterus, and a set of knockers. Just like the Dinosaurs from Jurassic Park.
Nagate: What if you fall in love with a gay person?
Nagate: I mean, I’m assuming you’re neutral on the homosexuality issue, being genderless and all, and that’s cool… But it doesn’t sound as if this system values your opinion. If you fall in love with a gay dude, and you turn into a woman, that would just be unspeakably cruel to both of you.
Izana: Well, I…
Nagate: And what happens if you fall in love with someone who doesn’t love you back? There’s no way you made it to adulthood without forming a few unrequited crushes, that’s just human nature.
Izana: I’ve been really careful…
Nagate Besides, aren’t you already really feminine? I mean, you’ve got the hips, and you’ve got the voice… If you fell in love with a woman, you’d have to change more than just the stuff between your legs. You’d have to lose your hips, grow pecs, change your voice, grow an Adams Apple…
Izana: That’s… You see…
Nagate: You’re going to fall in love with ME, aren’t you? Is that why the writers didn’t bother making you androgynous?
Izana: Writers? What are you talking about?
Nagate: I mean, I’m already a Mary-sue chosen one who’s going to be better than everyone at everything, despite my lack of a personality. I wouldn’t be much of a self-insert perfecthead unless I literally made someone into a woman in the process.
Izana: I think we’d better stop talking about this. Over here, we have-
Nagate: No, I’ve still got a lot of questions. Like, first of all… What do I refer to you as? A he or a she? Because ‘it’ sounds demeaning.
Izana: Whatever you feel like, I guess?
Nagata: I mean, if you were transgendered, that would be easy. I could just call you by your preferred gender. But you don’t have one.
Nagata: Which reminds me, how do you pee?
Izana: Excuse me?!
Nagata: I’m not trying to be inappropriate, it’s just that from a scientific perspective, you’d have to dispose of liquid waste somehow. Unless you’ve been holding it for almost twenty years, which sounds like unfathomabe torture.
Izana: This is getting a little personal…
Nagata: You’re making all of this up, aren’t you? Like, you’re just a woman who’s bullshitting me.
Izana: No, I swear I’m not!
Nagate: I mean, you’d have to be. The whole photosynthesis thing is already stupid enough, but there’s no way what you’re telling me is possible. You’re just a flat chested woman… Still quite fetching, by the way, so please don’t take that remark personally… Who’s playing a joke on me. Or maybe you’re trying to frame your inevitable feelings for me in a way that’ll make them feel more special down the road.
Izana: Just forget I said anything until it becomes relevant in the latter half of the series, okay?
Nagate: Deal. Now what the hell’s up with the bear?