If you weren't fucking injured, I'd be punching you right now. Of course it's something to deal with.

[Even if Miyuki may not have a metric on how to feel, Inaba herself has strong feelings about it, and the ones that are winning out at the moment that bubble up to the surface is frustration. She'll be the emotional one for him. Ironic, given how often Inaba seems to lean on a sense of reason.]

Well, if he seriously cared about killing you for absolutely certain, he probably would have stabbed me on the way out, so... it ends up feeling more like venting because we ended up going in circles to the point where we arrived at a conclusion that it'd be difficult to find out who properly did it.

[Her shoulders sag as she hangs her head, but there's a wisp of a sad, solemn, smile. When she speaks again, it's... with a voice full of weakness, of something heavy.]

I'm sorry.

[And then there's the ding of the elevator opening on the first floor and she steadies her voice with a breath, her gaze fixed on what's ahead of her, tense.]

Anyway, we're here -- let's keep moving.