[At her question her presence here hits him all at one, like it was on a time-delay, and he's at a loss for words all over again. He hangs for a moment as he tries to process everything that's going through his head right now--
There's despair that she has to be in his hellhole, but there's a selfish happiness that she's here, too, that he can see her again. He's a little hurt that she doesn't seem to care about what he's turned into, but on the other hand it's not like he ever entertained the delusion that she'd ever care about him in that way--
Shut up, Suou, and actually respond to her question.]
No. You're the only one from--from our group. [He glances around, trying to find a way out of the crowd, toward someplace more private.] Ms. Amano, we have...a lot to talk about.
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There's despair that she has to be in his hellhole, but there's a selfish happiness that she's here, too, that he can see her again. He's a little hurt that she doesn't seem to care about what he's turned into, but on the other hand it's not like he ever entertained the delusion that she'd ever care about him in that way--
Shut up, Suou, and actually respond to her question.]
No. You're the only one from--from our group. [He glances around, trying to find a way out of the crowd, toward someplace more private.] Ms. Amano, we have...a lot to talk about.