[...The lack of any distinct, emotional reaction other than a temporary glare... it's just like that time. When he was kneeling over, and there was suddenly even more blood on the floor. Saionji tries to act, instead of react; unfortunately, she never got very good at it. He did something terrible, unforgivable, disgusting- who cares if it was Pekoyama who acted out? She could call their truce off, too- she was unceremoniously deceased, and they were off the damned island. They was nothing stopping her from just yelling and yelling until he bows over again, because he deserves it, and he will do it because he knows that he deserves it and that's just a fraction of the justice that needs to be served but it makes her feel-
-scratch that. There is one thing holding her back. Just like in the nightclub, and standing front of the memorial, blood still trickling on the tiles.
What would Big Sis Koizumi say?]
Yeah, you did.
[Forced silence.] ...I shouldn't have said that. Sorry.
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-scratch that. There is one thing holding her back. Just like in the nightclub, and standing front of the memorial, blood still trickling on the tiles.
What would Big Sis Koizumi say?]
Yeah, you did.
[Forced silence.] ...I shouldn't have said that. Sorry.