~...I see. And now those with doubts about me have heard my deep affection for him and surely think me some unholy monster. Your honesty is appreciated, my poet.~

She's tired. So tired. But Grace begins looking through clothes herself, to have something to do, and to think about.

~The tentacles boy, Shouji. He may have questions for you. I only told him part of our story, that circumstances obliged us to be foes. More felt...like it would have if I'd simply broken into your room, and slept in your bed.~