[ ... don't want to be here? her friend? alive? all of them strike in different ways, don quietly watching him the way she does her fellows when they're working through themselves, when she hasn't an idea of the words to say even passingly, her actions worth more than a thousand of them. violence solves a lot of things. it doesn't solve this. ]

Wouldst thee consider me "shitty" for wanting to put others through it regardless, knowing of such an inevitable end? Though I should hurt just as much as they, wouldst thee consider me a fool--

[ a pause, and then don shakes her head. ]

Let us put this aside for now, Young Shinjiro. It will do neither of us good to be wound up, when this party seeks to relax.

[ even if she's got so, so much more to say, fire in her eyes and clenched in her fist. maybe if they were someplace a little more private it'd be better, but close words can only be so quiet before they're not. ]