I'm not - worried about the compulsion, Ichiro. It's not that. It's Otome's group. You couldn't tell me that anyway.

[she lets go of his wrist. that's what she'd said when she'd been asked - he's a shitty liar, I'd be able to tell. there's a pause, and she's so tired, not just from the day and from failure but from the drugs in her system, and she just - stumbles backwards, and sits. heavily. pushes her hand through her hair, trying not to cry. Don't. Don't do it. You don't need to.

a long pause.]

I don't want to think about it anymore. [There was fire. It was a Winter.]