[What on earth does she say? To evade even more would be offensive, and pointless besides. But it's so hard.]

It's nothing that can be helped. [Once she says it, there's a certain calm that steals across her features. Inevitability.] It's certainly nothing that anyone here has done, Saori. You're all very kind.

I'm... I don't...

[So. Hard. Everything she should say is just too sharp. But Makie remembers, searching for the words, that this is the woman who told her frankly about her own parents. What she did. Sharp in return.

...]

I'm sick. It's more than a cold.