Put that way, it sounds more like a gamble. You surrender something of yourself on the chance that what you receive will be equally worthwhile, but you could've just as easily never made the trade at all.

[But then, he's surprised to find himself thinking, you'd never look at the color of wheat and see anything but wheat. Are memories like that really so precious, that they're worth what you'd have to trade to get them?]

Who's really being tamed here, Fuji-kun?