[ For a second, she considers spilling the beans, overwhelmed by the desperation to finally have someone to confide in. What stops her is the same thing that always has: the thought that maybe Yoru is playing mind games somehow, waiting to weaponize Asa's guilt at the end of all this. Being a perfect match would definitely count as some measure of ownership, and then... in front of everyone... she'd—

Could that petulant War Devil really be so conniving? She doesn't think so... but can she be certain, after what happened with Yuko? Or what Famine Devil showed herself to be capable of? There's no way. The fact she'd be detained and killed (at best) if the authorities found out about her contract barely registers on her concern scale. ]

I don't know. I really don't know. [ She chews at her bottom lip in frustration. ] It's like, every time I make up my mind, something else happens to make me change it. I thought coming here might help, but now I'm even more confused. You, Anna, Ritsuka...

[ The slightest, frailest of laughs, to go along with a pathetic sniff. ] Sorry. This is a lot to dump on someone before the sun is even up, huh?