Late at night.

I can't stop thinking about you, since you skipped training and disappeared.

...I wonder why.

Remembering your troubled expression from this morning makes me even more concerned. I hope nothing happened.

Well, I have some time, so I might as well look for you.

...Sigh.

That idiot. I knew it.

In the distance, at the end of the hallway, I can clearly see you crouched down and crying.

I try to approach, but my footsteps falter for a moment. Would talking to you now be a burden? Or would it be better to just walk past and pretend I didn't see?

Countless thoughts race through my mind, but in the end, only one remains.

'I don't want to leave you alone.'

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Ah—how am I supposed to comfort someone?