-_-_-_-_-_-_ Konoe's Perspective -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Right after our exchange, Clinton charges forth inside the west side of the room; while I on the other hand chose a different path, dreading the south section where the experimented samples are contained, and eventually parted our ways. At the same time, Tomori was frighten from our sudden decision, as she held her breath and eventually mopped down on the cold and rough surface of the floor.
"Tomori, it's alright. It's going to be fine" I do not know what to do but to provide comforting words in attempt to sooth her overflowing tears. Her actions was justifiable, and nobody can blame her for it.
Gazing at her sight, I couldn't help but slowly caress her head and steel our resolve without the aid of Clinton himself. However, we will still abide to our common goal—rescuing Natsuki from the mysterious experiments and infection of the so called virus and these Spectre Scientists.
